The Billionaire’s Hidden Heiress

Rachel POV

I sipped delicately at the wine, enjoying the refreshing taste as it went down my throat, my eyes on Dawn and lan who were not doing a good job of attempting to sneak away from the marquee. I shook my head "Might as well be wearing a sign saying they're going out for s*x" I muttered, highly amused.

Not that I could blame them. I remember when I married Timothy and the way we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Actually, that hadn't changed; I amended it, even after having had our child. I smirked to myself, the man in question walking up, his tie askew, his hair slightly mussed and his spectacles sitting at the end of his nose. I silently handed him a glass, watching as he began to sip at it, his eyes twinkling.

"It was a nice ceremony," he said, nodding at me.

"It was," I said sighing "and wasn't it nice that Carina and Mr Grant got married too? Such a nice surprise" I said dreamily. He chuckled "You're such a romantic. But that's what I love about you" he added, his voice filled with warmth "One of the many things I love about you" he corrected himself as I blushed.

He still had the ability to make me blush and to make my heart skip a beat when he gave me that long slow rakish grin of his. A touch of his hand made me feel butterflies in his stomach. Timothy had not been the kind of man I had seen myself getting married to, in fact, he hadn't been the type of man I had seen myself with at all, but I was glad that I had followed my heart this time because I had been rewarded with the love of a man who was everything to me. I had never felt this kind of love from anyone before, and I relished it. I didn't know what I would do without him now, or our child. I could feel his gaze on me, slowly looking me up and down, and coughed, trying not to choke on the liquid I had just tried to drink.

"I know what you're thinking" I warned him with a roll of my eyes "and the answer is no, we are not sneaking away from the marquee for that," I told him "You'll have to wait till we get home" I teased. He sighed dramatically "lan and Dawn have snuck away" he pouted.

"They're newlyweds, it's to be expected. Although I have to agree, they weren't very subtle about it" I chuckled.

He put the glass down on the table and then moved to me, his gaze intent, before lowering his head and catching my lips, causing me to become breathless as he explored my mouth with a tenderness that brought tears to my eyes. Such gentleness could still make my body heat up and feel like it was becoming aflame. Desire swept over me. If we hadn't been at a wedding reception then and there, I would have easily surrendered to it, but as it was, I had to remember that we were out in public, despite how much I wanted to. I moaned as he pulled back. "Not fair" I muttered in disappointment and resignation as he smirked, knowing exactly what kind of reaction my body had, had to him.

"Just think about what I'm going to do to you when we get home" he promised, his voice dripping with meaning.

I shivered, with anticipation. I was tempted to leave the wedding then and there, but loyalty kept me staying even though part of me was almost desperate to be touched by him again. He put his arm around my waist and brought me closer to him, sniffing my perfume and letting out a low growl of appreciation. "You smell gorgeous" he murmured, kissing the top of my head as I turned and stared towards Carina and Mr Grant who had begun to slowly dance together.

I failed to answer, his cologne pleasantly invading my sense of smell, a mixture of sandalwood and some other herb that made me sniff in appreciation. I rested my head against the front of his shoulder, feeling his tall frame overpowering mine. "Timothy, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," I said, feeling pleasantly relaxed and somewhat tired.

I could sense him raising a brow in surprise. "Oh," he said teasingly "pray do tell. What is on your mind sweet pea?" he asked using the pet name he had for me as I tried not to blush, glancing around to make sure nobody had overheard him.

I fidgeted with my hands. I was nervous. I had no reason to be. But this was something we had failed to discuss and I didn't know what his feelings on the subject would be. But I had every faith that he would be on the same page as I was. He was a wonderful father to our child, how could he not want more?

"I was wondering" My voice cracked slightly and I paused, made myself take a deep breath, and started all over again before my nerves got the better of me "How would you feel about having more children?"

I glanced over my shoulder and saw the expression on his face. He was shocked by my question. Initially, I had only wanted one child, busy with my designing and businesses, the same as Flair, but now I was reprioritizing my life. I loved being a mother. I could remember how I felt when I gave birth, the awe I felt as I held our baby in our arms. I had delegated more of my work in order to be home more, and while there was the odd occasion when Timothy continued to work long hours, he now had passed the bar and was a lawyer himself, working for Grayson in a different capacity, there were times when Timothy came home early in order to spend quality time with us.

"You, you want more children?" Timothy narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face "I thought you were against the idea Rachel" he said, prodding me.

"I was" I admitted lowly "but I've been thinking and well, maybe I've changed my mind."

Silence. He exhaled slowly, as though he was thinking things over. Timothy was such a serious guy, always having to think over the pros and cons. He was never too spontaneous but I never minded that. I appreciated that he was so level-headed. It was exactly the kind of thing I needed in my life. I needed stability, but I also needed him. More than he ever knew. God knew I had Flair and Grayson to thank for meeting Timothy in the first place, or Flair for encouraging me to go on a date with him.

"Honey I want you to be happy," he said very delicately "and I don't want you to feel like we have to have more children because you feel that's what's expected of you. I know that your work is important to you..." he trailed off.

"That's just it. You and our child are more important than my work" I blurted out, causing him to stiffen "and this is what I want Timothy. I want more children with you. I want a whole bunch of them" I proposed as a smile appeared on his face "but only if that's what you want too."

I looked at him uncertainly. He laughed. He threw back his head and laughed out loud, his eyes twinkling, his mouth curved in amusement. "Rachel I want as many children as you would let me have with you" he confessed "but I wasn't going to pressure you into having them. If this is truly what you want" he paused and looked at me with an inscrutable expression "then I'm on board. I love you" he told me quietly "and that's not about to change. I will love every child we have but you, you will always be a priority to me. My future is with you" he added "and what we decide should be done as a team or as partners."

"Then I want more children," I told him firmly, staring right into his eyes and seeing nothing but love there "And I want to start trying" I paused and took a deep breath "Soon."

"We're going to need a bigger place" Timothy warned.

I laughed "I can live with that."

It was time we moved into a bigger place anyway. There were no excuses for the amount of money we made together. Not to mention a big backyard to have an animal such as a dog running around in would be nice. Timothy was growing more and more excited. "When you say soon," he said pursing his lips and glancing around the marquee, his voice lowering dramatically so that it was almost impossible to overhear him "What exactly do you mean?" he asked prompting me.

I giggled. His eyes were shining with anticipation. I moved to turn and lean in so that I could whisper into his ear. "Let me put it this way, I'm willing to try starting today," I told him and heard him swallow hard.

I felt his hand on the small of my back, gently stroking it. "You know, I don't think that the brides and grooms will mind if we have to duck out early in order to check on our son," he said in a strangled tone of voice "I um, think we should stop at a hotel on the way home" he suggested, "as we still have the sitter for a few hours."

My eyes glinted. I was going to refuse but his hand was causing my body to react and it had been a while since we had last been intimate. I could feel myself becoming aroused and cleared my throat.

"You know what, I think you could be right," I said thickly, as he smirked at me "Let's give our apologies to the brides and grooms and then leave" I proposed in a hoarse voice, my heart beginning to beat a mile a minute "I'm sure they won't mind."

There were knowing looks in their eyes as we hastily said our goodbyes to Carina and Mr. Grant, Dawn, and lan coming back to the marquee just in time for us to offer our apologies and congratulations. We quickly headed towards the car, Timothy pinning me to the door so that he could kiss me with a fierceness that left me aching between my legs. Damn. The man knew exactly how to get me going. He opened the car door for me and I slid inside, my thighs pressing hard together.

He climbed in and took my hand "Whatever the future brings, however many children we have" he told me solemnly as I turned my head to look at him "I want you to know that I love you forever Rachel. You are my world and I will never stop loving you." "Me neither" I whispered, fighting back my tears.

Whatever the future brought, I welcomed it with open arms. As long as I was with Timothy, I could handle anything that came my way. Our eyes met in mutual understanding and then the car engine started. We were on our way home.