Chapter Six

WHILE LUKAS STRUGGLED to make sense of his increasingly complicated feelings towards Betsy, the subject of his thoughts also had internal struggles of her own, albeit of a different bent.

"What would you like to try first, Mr. Tsaldaris?" Betsy tried her very best to control her excitement. Prior to giving birth to her son, cooking had been her pride and joy, and she was so, so hoping her boss would also find pleasure in the food she had prepared.

Lukas shook his head when he realized she planned to serve him. "Have I gotten it wrong?" he asked briefly.

Betsy's brows furrowed.

"Did I mistakenly hire a nanny instead of a housekeeper?"

A rueful laugh slipped past her lips. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tsaldaris."

"I know this is hard to believe, but I did manage to live on my own without you for the past three decades."

Betsy made a face but only realized she had done so when her boss said solemnly, "There it is. The ultimate sign of respect."

Oops.

The rest of the morning flew by like the most beautiful dream, and Betsy couldn't remember both D and her having this much fun in recent times. One of her greatest fears upon coming here was what she would do if her billionaire boss were to suddenly find her son a nuisance, but she was starting to realize now there was just no limiting God's miracles.

It was already unheard of for a billionaire like Lukas Tsaldaris to be so exceptionally kind, but for that same man to also possess an instant and special bond with her son?

D seemed to find everything Lukas did fascinating while her boss was acting like D was the smartest, funniest, and sweetest boy in the world. Despite her horrified protests, the billionaire insisted on indulging her son's every whim. D had moved from her lap to climbing all over her boss's chest, and it was also Lukas now literally spoon-feeding breakfast to her son while her young boy gazed up at him with stars in his eyes just as he said...

"Papa!"

Betsy felt like shrinking in her embarrassment. "D!" Her face was on fire once more, and she didn't even know where or how to start apologizing as she turned to her boss. "I'm so, so sorry, Mr. Tsaldaris. I swear I didn't—"

"It's fine." But while the words were addressed to Betsy, it was on her son that his stunned gaze remained, and her son the undeniable reason why a now-familiar torrent of emotions was once again tightly gripping his chest.

Papa.

Prior to being diagnosed, the concept of fatherhood was nothing but a distant goal to him. He had only cared to be one in order to have an heir. But when he did find out he was infertile, he realized now that it was pride that had consumed him at first.

If I can't father a child, then children or having an heir will no longer be a priority.

And that was the only way he had allowed himself to think of children...until now.

Betsy was about to apologize yet again and take D from her boss when they heard the intercom ring.

"Could you get that, please?"

Betsy hurriedly got to her feet. "Oh, um, of course."

"You may leave your son with me."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, there's no need—"

"I insist."

The quiet command in his tone was impossible for her to deny for some reason, and Betsy's heart started aching and racing at the same time as she turned and walked away. Her boss was just being nice. It would be the height of stupidity to read anything into it. Right?

She stole a look at D and her boss over her shoulder.

Big mistake!

Her eyes immediately started to sting, and she quickly looked away. Her son looked so happy in her boss's arms. It was almost as if D had known all this time that he was missing a father, and was now convinced he had found one.

Betsy gave both her cheeks a little slap. Stop with the daydreaming and asking for the moon, Betsy! Charlotte was already working hard on finding the right man to be her husband and D's dad. To even wish that Lukas Tsaldaris could be that man would only make her unforgivably greedy.

I need to keep my feet grounded, Betsy thought as she reached for the intercom. I need to remind myself over and over that I'm virtually ‘taken', and so it's a sin to even think of any other man.