Forbidden Love With My Husbands Billionaire Cousin

Camille's

I have been holding this for too long.

For so long I know I will go crazy if I don't come clean and tell James about my intentions even when I know very well that it will upset him at first.

But I can't help it, I can't keep bearing this cross alone.

I want a baby, and my husband has to know about it.

It's been eleven years and even though our love for each other is more than any woman can ask for, I still want a child to rock in my arms and also proof to my family that I can really bear a child.

I don't even want to talk about them now, I don't want to talk about the insults and threats I have endured all these years from James' family, especially his mom.

Urgghh! That Bitch.

The very thought of it made me recoil with pure hate, and I shook my head to clear the thoughts from my mind.

'Are you okay love?' James' deep voice washed away every thought in my mind and it took me a moment to remember what exactly I had been thinking of.

Oh yes! Having a baby... and planning your mother's funeral. I thought briefly.

My heart started to pound as he kissed me and took the cup from my hand to sip some coffee, I wasn't sure any longer if I should tell him about my plans.

A plan that had birthed in my mind since the day I held my best friend's baby in my arms, which was three weeks ago.

'I am good, just have something I want to talk to you about' I say quickly before I have any more chance to contemplate on it any further.

He scans my face briefly to detect if this is some bad or really bad news, but I keep a straight face until he holds my hands and invites me to the dining table.

He's already dressed in tight jeans and a blue polo, the fading black baseball cap only covers a part of his brown hair which he hasn't cut in a while – his new job at the community center has been taking quite a lot of his time.

Even the time he always has for me...

'Talk to me love, what's going on? Did mom stop by again?' He asked with deep concern in his eyes and I wished that the small world we had built for ourselves was made complete with little us filling the space.

'No she didn't' I assured him and continued quickly before he could say something else.

'I want a baby James, I need my own baby' I held on to his hand which still clutched mine and waited with a pounding heart for a response.

'But we've tried Cam-' he's upset, he only calls me Cam when he's upset, frustrated, tensed, every other time but when he's in a good mood '-the doctors have assured-'