Chapter thirty two

Sophie's pregnancy cravings grew from bad to worse, Marcus thought. A month after, she was two months now. She had become a little plump and Rosy. Her stomach wasn't big enough to tell she was pregnant unless she lifts up her clothes. Her abdomen was just plump. She was still in her early stage. So this made her to be quite pissed. She was still experiencing all the symptoms, she became easily annoyed, getting pissed off at silly things and eat a lot more than usual. She had requested a puppy, he got one for her. She had requested for her niece to come and stay over claiming she was too bored anytime he went to work. He agreed.

She had asked him to get her this big bunny teddy bear, agreed and got one for her. She had asked for her personal room. where she and Camille slept. He had agreed. He tried his possible best to give her everything she wants. She can be annoying at times but he wasn't about to be complaining, was he? When he very well knew he was the one who out her in that position. She had told him.

But he wasn't complaining, he can say he very well love every inch of the trouble he was passing through as he knew the baby was his. It was his child, his baby. His own. Something he could claim. Someone who will have his eyes, his face, his hair. Or was it going to resemble it's mother?

They don't Know the gender of the baby yet but they'll find out soon.

Stella walked into his office, a frown on her face and she looked worried.

"Sir?"

"Yes?" He answered facing her.

"Sophie's on the line. I think she has a problem" she said handling him the phone.

His sprang up. "What's the matter?" He asked her collecting the phone.

"I don't know, she won't speak to me"

He placed the phone to his ear and heard her grunting.

What?!

"Sophie, are you okay?" He asked very worried.

"Marcus...can you come home. I need your help here plsssss" she spoke clearly uncomfortable.

Marcus was scared, he ended the call immediately and snatched his car keys from the closet then rushed out.

Stella stood in a daze and watched him leave hurriedly.

Our brutal boss is in love. She thought as a small smile displayed itself on her lips.

Marcus rushed to his car and drove home as fast as he could. Even speeding past the driving limit he has set for himself a long time ago.

What could be wrong with her? She couldn't be in labor, she was just a little over two months. Was Camille stressing her? Or has Stacy sent someone to harm her?

No that couldn't be? There was enough guards in the house to protect her.

He drove in, as soon as the gate opened automatically to let him in. And after he parked as best as he could he rushed into the house and stopped dead in his track.

Sophie was sitting sprawled on the floor, laughing softly to what Camille had said to her. He stood to watch her beautiful posture, her sexy smiled and her pink blushing cheeks. She was so beautiful.

But he was angry. He strode towards them.

"Sophie..." He called as gently as he could.

"Oh Marcus," she sent him a big mischievous smile. He wanted to smile back but he was angry at her. He was not going to let her silly smile get to him.

She streached her hand to him to help her up and he grabbed her hand and drew her close, his hand slipped to her waist. Her eyes widened, as she pressed into him. His angry looking face softened slowly as his eyes travelled down to her plumb, soft, pink lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly but he wouldn't. He was still angry. He let go of her waist and faced Camille.

"Hi baby"

She waved at him and smiled.

"Why did you call me Sophie. I thought something has happened to you, or you had gone into early labor" he said facing her again.

She burst out laughing. "What, labour? At two month? I only called for you to come and help me lift the chair back up. The chain you got for me slipped down into it. I tried my best to lift it up but was to tired to put it back down" she told him pouting prettily.

"What?!" He looked around and caught sight of the chair she was talking about.

"You mean you called me because of that? But you could have called anyone of the guards outside to help you. You almost gave me a heart attack"

"Oh....The guards.....am sorry...I totally forget about them."

"Arrrrggggghh" he signed place his hand on his hips as he stared at her disbelievingly.

"Just help me put it back up, and you'll rush back. Please" she said walking closer to him, and raised her hand to touch him. But the hard look he sent her made her cower back.

"Seriously?" He said.

"What?! I said am sorry, why do you hate me so much..... I was so tired and could not carry it up as it was heavy. But you wicked soul won't help me" she began to cry.

"I'll take my stuffs and leave this place. I don't want to stay here anymore. I hate you!" She cried as she said to him and made towards the stairs, Camille trailing behind her. Oh! How much he wanted to laugh. But he knew that would infuriat her more.

He drew her back by the arm and patted her back.

"Am sorry, don't worry I'll help you. You aren't going anywhere, okay"

She folded her arms and began to hiccup. She nodded childishly. And sent him another one of her pretty mischievous smile.

At last, he has finally entered a lifetime trouble. He walked over to the upturned chair, lifts it up and placed it rightly. Then turned back to her.

"Happy now?"

She nodded shyly and ran to him to give him a hug and kisses.

He threw his head back in exhaustion.

He was doomed!