Falling for My Billionaire Best Friend

BASH

I catch my wife’s unconscious body before she falls straight to the floor. She just turns pale then her eyes flutter close.

Everyone gasps and starts to panic. I hold her in my arms when everyone comes surrounding us. “Move away. Give her some air!” I yell while my wife is still in my arms.

“Do we have a doctor or a medical expert around?” Mom’s voice fills in the air.

“She will be okay, Mom. Just calm down. You will be the next to collapse if you won’t calm down.”

Trinity’s parents come closer. “She’ll be alright. I need to bring her to the suite,” I tell them while they’re clutching each other’s arms.

I’m not worried. Trinity doesn’t complain about anything weird. She’s maybe a little bit overwhelmed, and I know she has a steady heartbeat because I can feel her warm breath on my neck.

When I walk out of the reception area, I hear their footsteps get close. I can’t blame them, though, and they’re just worried about Trinity’s condition.

“She’s fine, guys, I need to put her down, and she needs to take a rest. We will be right back as soon as she wakes up.”

“No making out until the party is over!” Sean shouts.

“Go away. Drink your ass to oblivion!” I yell back.

I place Trinity down on the bed of one of the suites I find. I sit beside her on the bed and thank god, the color of her face returns.

She slightly stirs when I run my thumb on her cheek. So, what I saw in our bathroom was hers, but she didn’t tell me about it. I hold her hand, run my thumb on her wedding band, and press it to my lips.

“Trinity, wake up, baby. We have guests waiting for us.” I move closer to her, kissing her on her forehead.

I release a sigh of contentment. She’s finally my wife. I’m finally married to the woman that I’ve been in love with for so long. My lips curve into a smile with the thought of Trinity is finally my wife.

I chuckle, and my emotion start to overwhelm me, and I am getting weepy. “I can’t still believe that you’re my wife now, Kiara Trinity Hughes. Remember when I pushed you when I tried teaching you how to ride a bicycle? You ended up having a sprained wrist. I feel guilty at that time. I cried lying on mom’s lap because I was the reason why you ended up in the hospital with a bandage around your wrist for a week.” I breathe deeply. “I just don’t want you to learn, Tri. I know it sounds selfish, but once you learn, you won’t ride with me anymore, and you will ride on your own.”

“I told you that the rink might crack and melt, I lied, and you know that, but you didn’t pry. You thought that you have a phobia. I’m the worse best friend you’ve ever had. I was afraid that someone might ask you out if he sees you ice skating. I like girls who know how to skate. Remember when we watched frozen? You like Emma while I like Elsa.” I glance down at her. I’ve never thought I’m capable of loving someone so much that I can’t breathe without her.

“I made sure I won’t hear anything about you while I was in the U. K. Because I might end up rushing back to the States when I heard something I might not like. I pushed you out of my life because I was so hurt, Trinity. I knew I’m in love with you back then. It’s killing me, but I never forgot you ever since. I succeeded in scaring anyone who got near you, and it was a jerk move. I just can’t see you with someone else.”

“It’s Anna, Bash, and I know, Sean told me.” I freeze in my seat when I hear Trinity’s weak voice answer me.

“You’ve been listening to me all this time?” I ask with a laugh.

“What happened?” she asks, trying to sit down.

“Easy, baby.” I take the cold bottle of water on the nightstand.

I hand it to her after squeezing the lid open.

She is finally able to sit comfortably and leans her back against the headboard. “We get married, right?”

I can hear the panic in her voice. Her green eyes slightly widen.

“Yeah. We kissed before you blackout. Are you okay? How are you feeling?” I kiss her lips.

“Never been better. I remember feeling lightheaded then my visions blurred.” She looks at me as if trying to remember what happened earlier.

“Do you feel something weird?” I smirk.

She looks confused. “Like what?”

“Like what I found in our bathroom?” I grin.

She looks more confused then suddenly her eyes widen. “Oh, that. Yeah. I mean, what did you find exactly?” She tries to take it out from me.

“Are you pregnant, Trinity?”

Her shoulders droop, blowing a breath. “Maybe?”

I burst into a laugh. “Maybe? You haven’t seen any doctors yet?”

“I’m not rich like—” Her hands instantly cover her mouth.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She looks like she has just seen a ghost. “Oh, my god! We didn’t sign a prenup!”

“For what?”

“You’re rich, Bash!”

“Just now you know?”

“Are you insulting me?”

“Does it look like an insult to you?”

“Bash, be serious!”

“I am dead serious, Tri.”

“Then why didn’t you remind me to sign?”

“To sign what?”

“A prenup, Bash.”

“For what?”

“Ugh!” She groans, gripping her hair.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I roll my eyes. “You’re not gonna marry me if you didn’t forget to sign?”

“I don’t know,” she says with a disapproving glare.

“What I have is yours now, Trinity.”

“I only need you.”

“I’m all yours, baby. C’mere.”

She drags herself, and I let her sit on my lap.

“I love you so much, baby. We need money to live, to pay bills, to buy food, to provide our needs, our necessities, to raise our children. You should stay at home if you’re pregnant. I don’t want to stress you out.”

Her eyes narrow on me. “I’m not gonna bored my ass out at home.”

“Okay, okay, calm down and control your temper. It can affect our baby. We’ll see a doctor. If the doctor will advise you to stay at home, you will follow that, okay?” I cock my brow.

“Okay, but if the doctor says I’m allowed to work, then no more arguments.”

“Fine.”

“So, you’re pregnant, right?”

She looks at me seriously without breaking eye contact.

“We’ve been discussing all these for these past minutes, and you’re still gonna ask me that?”

“Are you gonna be grumpy throughout your pregnancy, Trinity?”

“Are you complaining now, Sebastian? I can stay at my apartment throughout my pregnancy until I give birth.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“Of course, I am!”

“Not gonna happen, Trinity. That’s my child you’re talking about.”

“What child?” Mom’s voice makes us stop.

“Mom, can’t you even knock?”

Mom walks closer to us. “Oh, dear. Am I gonna be a grandma?”

Trinity and I can’t say a word.

“Oh, my God! Babe, Sebastian?” Mom just calls my Dad. Great.

“Mom, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Calling your dad.”

“But why?”

“I won!” Mom says enthusiastically at Dad.

“No. You didn’t,” Dad says.

“Holy shit! Did you bet on my wife?”

Trinity stands up, hugging mom.

“It’s not even confirmed yet.”

***

I thought my parents are the only ones who bet for Trinity being pregnant, but I was fucking wrong. All my family and friends bet on it.

Instead of getting mad at what they just did. I’m overwhelmed at their excitement over Trinity, and I’m going to be a father soon.

We will be spending the whole week in Greece. Trinity is excited because she’d never been there before. We are going to spend this night here in the Bateaux then fly to Greece in the morning.

“Do you wanna take a rest now?” I ask after everyone shares their funny speeches with us. Trinity has her dinner too. She must be so famished that’s why she collapsed. The medical team on the boat checked her already, and thanked, God, everything is fine.

“I’m not tired,” she answers, grabbing the glass of champagne, and I manage to snatch it from her.

“I told you, not a chance, Trinity. Not until the doctor will say in front of me that you can take a sip. You heard what Dad said, right? He didn’t allow Mom to drink any alcoholic beverages when she was pregnant.”

Trinity rolls her eyes.

I push her juice to her front.

“I think I better go to sleep before I hit you with my shoes.” She stands up, scowling at me.

“I should throw all your shoes out of the house. I don’t wanna end up with bruises. They might think I’m a battered husband.”

“I will throw you out of the house if you will ever try, Bash. You will sleep on the street.”

“Wow! The two of you will be a very happy couple,” Sean says, waggling his brows on us.

“Shut up!” Trinity and I yell in unison.