Love's Unexpected Arrival: A Billionaire Holiday Romance

“Yet another relationship down the drain. I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s the story of my life. Between being an orphan, and being dumped for superficial reasons, I never really had much hope for this to work out. Even more of a reason to call me an i***t for making the decision to date my boss.” I looked down at the baby in my arms, my daughter. Tears begin to form as we sit in the front seat of my car, the only thing that I have left after being fired and blacklisted by my boss and ex boyfriend. “I shouldn’t be telling you this. It’s not really a good story,” I confessed to my 6-month-old. “I’m only telling you because your only judgment is to cry, or smile, or even laugh.” I chuckle dryly. “Well, that and, not like I can reach Stephanie.” With a sigh, I touch her little cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby girl.” I teared up as I looked into my infant daughter’s innocent eyes. “Mommy did not think this one through.” I looked down at the address given to me by the nurse at the donor bank. It was a miracle that she empathized with my sob story and decided to give me the information about Jasmine’s biological father. Now I’m here, sitting in my car, outside his apartment building. Waiting. Hoping that things go right for Jasmine. My baby is getting fussy. It’s my fault. I should have gone up there a while ago, but I lost my nerve, and when I saw him leaving, I was even relieved that I didn’t have to face the music right away. Now, we’ve been sitting here for over three hours, and my little one is hungry. “It’s okay, baby, mommy’s coming.” I cooed softly, as I sat back in my seat and tried to breastfeed. Yes, I said try, because at this point that is all that I can do. I’ve not had the money for a decent meal in days, my savings dwindling to hardly anything. I lost my cell service two weeks ago and decided that using what is left for food and gas is more important than speaking to anyone right now. Even Stephanie, my best friend. She’s always too busy anyway. Better me focus on this little one and make sure she’s okay than anything else. I’m hoping the answer to my prayers will be the man that I am waiting for to return home. I’ve given Jasmine as much milk as I can and, fortunately, it’s enough for the time being. I lulled her to sleep, and reclined my seat. “It’s okay, baby. Everything will be okay. Mommy will make sure of it. Hopefully, daddy will too,” She whispered. “Now…we just have to wait.”