Rebecca Winters

The Billionaire's Baby Swap


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      Valentina swallowed hard. “Has he done something criminal?”

      “No.”

      “Then what is it you have against him?”

      “Ernesto did work for our company before Laurito discovered him. Now he wants to buy him out.”

      “Is that wrong?”

      “No.”

      “Isn’t that business? Invading someone else’s boundaries?”

      Her brother lifted his head. “Yes.”

      “But you don’t have to like it.”

      “No.”

      “Thank you for being honest with me. In this particular case, I’m afraid I don’t care about boundaries, either, not when it comes to our babies. Don’t worry. I’m not making any decisions yet, but I wanted you to know everything.” She hugged her brother. “Thank you for taking care of Vito while I slept.”

      “We managed to get acquainted,” he said without referring to the other matter. “Right now he hasn’t got any use for his uncle, but that will change. Bianca has your dinner ready whenever you want to eat.”

      “Thanks, but I’ll wait until I can get Vito to quiet down. You go. You’ve lost a whole day to help me. I’m fine now.”

      “The family has called. I told them about the switch and said you’d get back to everyone in the morning.”

      “That’s good. I’m not up to dealing with anything except my baby. Please plan to go to work tomorrow.”

      “If you’re sure.”

      “I knew this would be hard, but I’ll get through it. Bianca will help me.”

      “Okay.” He kissed her cheek and left the nursery. She knew the revelation about Ric’s father and his idea for getting the babies together had shocked Rini. But it was better he knew everything so Valentina wouldn’t have to take on more guilt for remaining quiet.

      She walked a whimpering Vito through the villa and out to the back terrace and the swimming pool beyond. “This is your home now, sweetheart.” But only for the time being.

      Then she would have to make arrangements to live on her own.

      Valentina had intruded on her brother’s life long enough. Though her father would do anything for her, she didn’t want to put that burden on him. She needed to be on her own and take care of her baby and herself. Behaving like a grown-up was a start in the right direction.

      “I’m a mother now, the head of my own family. We’ll make it work somehow, Vito.”

      She kissed his wet cheeks. But no matter how much she tried to comfort him, he was unhappy. Maybe a bath would help. Unfortunately he didn’t like it and cried throughout the whole ordeal. When he finally went to sleep with a bottle, it was two in the morning.

      Valentina stole to the kitchen and warmed up the dinner Bianca had made for her. She needed food. If Vito woke up again and cried uncontrollably, she would need the energy to deal with him.

      For the rest of the night she sat in the rocker. The baby woke up and cried several times. He drank his bottle but fussed through most of it. Around eight in the morning her cell rang just as she was holding Vito, who fought the bottle because he was crying too hard. Please be Ric’s father.

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