The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 92

Lark entered the condo a week later feeling overwhelmed.

She dropped her keys on the kitchen counter knowing Max was probably still at his rehab appointment and sat down at the dining room table, feeling like her body was too tired to take one more step.

Her family had done the near impossible. It took the entire Hoffman team to make it happen but within forty-eight hours of waking up, the doctors said there was no reason for Gracie to remain in hospital.

Gracie was embracing her survival by throwing herself wholeheartedly into starting a new life in Dallas. In a single day, she’d sold both her condo and the house she grew up in with her father, packed up her entire life in her condo, and was relocated.

When Lark departed from Gracie’s new condo in Dallas an hour ago, she left her very emotional older sister with her parents while Gracie set Sawyer’s urn on the mantle. Her new place was situated right across the street from Grady’s law offices and a fifteen-minute walk from Johan’s place.

Lark looked up as Max came into the condo.

“Hey, you’re back! You said you’d be back by dinner.”

“Dad made record time driving the moving van and honestly, I spent six hours in the vehicle with him and Mom and Gracie. I love them but I needed a break. Also, I think I heard Johan mention breaking in Gracie’s new bed,” she gave a shudder. She let Max pull her into a standing position to kiss her. She wound her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “I missed you, Max.”

“I missed you more, chère,” he hugged her tight. “My parents got in today too.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s been a month. Maman looks fabulous, all tanned and rested. Margot is back home with her and Papa.” “The triplets?”

“Dad told the triplets they are welcome to come home if they can behave like responsible adults, but he and mom are done being their doormat and taking the blame for their choices. Mom reminds me very much of the way she was when we were kids, when she would make us tow the line and we knew better than cross her.”

“I’m so happy to hear this,” Lark couldn’t stop looking at him. She was nervously waiting for him to take a breath so she could talk to him about what was on her mind for the last week. Her period still didn’t start. Her purse held tests ready to be used.

“My appointment with the cardiologist is next Tuesday. Five days away. I’m expecting him to say I’m able to resume activities,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I am very excited,” she wasn’t kidding. “In the meantime, would you like to do an experiment with me?”

“An experiment?” he smirked, “like the kind we did in Houston?”

“No!” she laughed. “However, the results of those prior experiments are causal for the ones we need to run today.” She reached for her purse and pulled the two boxes from the bag. She watched as he frowned in confusion and this his eyes flitted to hers, widening to comic proportions.

“Are you kidding?”

“Not kidding.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“I have no idea,” she shrugged, “hence the need to do the tests.”

“You were on birth control.”

“I was.” She agreed with his comment. “Fallon suspected it, and Dad made a comment I would want you to be the first to know and he was right, so I refused to do the tests until I came home.” She gave a loud laugh as he pulled her through to the bathroom.

He was ripping the first box open and was reading the instructions thoroughly, his breathing erratic.

“Max, are you okay?”

“So, freaking excited,” he was unable to look at her. “Is it wrong I’m hoping it comes out with the words pregnant?” He couldn’t tear his eyes off the papers in his hands.

She took a breath, “I’m scared if it’s not I’ll be horribly sad.”

His eyes finally connected with hers and he nodded, “no matter what, Lark, I’m simply happy I have you. Everything else is icing on my cake.”

“Are you calling me cake?”

“I’d like to eat you,” he laughed as she swatted at him. He pushed a test in her hand, “you need to pee on this end and then we need to wait three minutes.”

“I’m not peeing in front of you.”

“Why not? I’ve seen you pee before.”

“When we were four!” she frowned at him.