Page 122 of The Billionaire's Virgin

“You need to distract yourself,” Jennifer said. “Stop thinking about all the things that can go wrong. Think about all the things that will go right when Jenna comes back.”

“But—”

“If you believe it hard enough, the power of your mind can make it happen,” Jennifer said. “Come on… what have you got to lose?”

I sighed. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, you must have pictured some kind of future for yourself before all this happened.”

“Of course.”

“Then tell me about it,” Jennifer insisted. “Tell me about this future you envisioned for yourself. Was Taylor a part of it?”

I almost smiled. “Of course she was.”

“Okay.” Jennifer nodded. “Well, fill in the blanks for me. Paint me a picture. I want to see this future of yours. I want to believe in it.”

“I don’t want to live in a penthouse apartment forever,” I said, going along with Jennifer’s little theory.

“You don’t?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “This apartment is beautiful, and there is the security aspect of it. But I think I want to buy a house. A nice two-story home in the center of the city… close to all the good schools and parks.”

“Sounds nice.”

“When Jenna’s a little older, we could get a dog too,” I said. “A golden retriever or a spaniel maybe. It doesn’t matter; I’d let her choose the breed she wants.”

“I bet she’d love that.” Jennifer nodded. “What do you see for your relationship with Taylor?”

“I want to marry her,” I said, realizing how true that was as I spoke it.

“Wow… you sound sure.”

“I am,” I replied, looking off into the distance and seeing my future form more clearly than ever before. “I want to marry her soon so that we can finally be a real couple and not have to hide it anymore.”

“Jenna will finally have a mother,” Jennifer said, with a smile.

“I think she has a mother either way,” I said. “I don’t have to marry Taylor for her to be a mother to Jenna. But yes… marrying her would make it official… and legal.”

“Where would you get married?”

“I don’t care,” I said honestly. “That depends entirely on her. I don’t care about the ceremony so much as everything that comes after. If she wanted to go to town hall and sign on the dotted line, I’d be just as happy with that as a big fancy wedding with me in a tux and Taylor in a big white dress.”

“Would you move into your two-story house after the wedding or before?” Jennifer asked.

“After,” I replied. “And I’d pare back my workload so that I can focus on spending more time with my girls.”

“How would you do that?” Jennifer asked.

“I’d hire more people, ones who I trusted, and you and I would train them. We’d learn to delegate more and micro-manage less. We’d take back our lives.”

“You’re including me in that?” Jennifer asked.

“Of course.” I nodded. “It’s not lost on me that you’ve sacrificed a lot for the job too. It’s time you focused more on your personal life. Why shouldn’t we give it as much importance as our careers? It’s by far the more rewarding part of life. I’d be home a lot more and that way Taylor could focus on her career in teaching and education. She could be a teacher if she wanted. She could work part time or full time… whatever she wanted. And then once we settled down a bit, then we could focus on expanding our family.”

“You want another child?” Jennifer asked, as though she were pleasantly surprised.

“I think raising kids with Taylor would be… an adventure,” I replied honestly. “I think we’d be really good at it too. She makes me a better parent. We’d have two more kids: a girl and a boy.”