After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 125 Date At A Ballet Theatre.

When 6pm the next day came, Leonica was dressed and ready, all dolled up with the help of Anastasia and Ashley. So she didn’t mind when Owen showed up five minutes earlier.

As she stepped out of her house, dressed in a sun yellow off shoulder gown, her hair cascading down her back and shoulders in beautiful waves, and a simple silver watch and necklace of matching color with her gown, Owen was struck speechless by her beauty.

“Is that a new look or are you just trying to impress me?” Owen asked, a smirk on his lips as he approached her.

Leonica chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Don’t get too cocky Owen, I promised you a chance to swoon me, not a free gate pass to keep heart.”

Placing his hand out for her to take, he said In a smooth tone. “Who said I wanted a free pass? I’ll earn it, no matter how long it takes.”

“Yeah?” She shot him a questioning look as she slipped her hand into his, white lace gloves reducing the skin contact, but the warmth was still there. “Well good luck with that.”

“I won’t need it.” Owen responded and lead her to his car, opening the passenger side for her.

Leonica thanked him and got inside, watching as he ran to the driver’s side and climbed in, starting the car and driving off.

“So where are we going?” Leonica questioned, turning too look at him.

“You’ll see when we get there.” Was all he responded, his gaze on the road.

Chuckling silently, Leonica turned her attention back to the front, humming silently as the car drove on.

“We’re here.” Owen’s voice cut into her thoughts, drawing her attention.

Looking out the window, she found the familiar sight of a newly opened ballet Theatre.

“A theatre?” She mused, stepping out as Owen held the door open for her and offered his hand.

Leonica gladly took it, a soft smile on her face.

Owen returned the smile and led her inside the Theatre, a few people giving her a second look, recognizing her and Owen from their pictures in the tabloids.

Ignoring the stares and whispers, Leonica took the opportunity to examine the interior of the ballet Theatre.

Olden structure littered every curve and corner, along with the grand stairs in the center that had huge Roman statures on each side, it gave the theatre a 60’s Romanian kind of look.

Candle like light sticks brightened up their path as they walked up to the reception, Owen handing in two tickets and being handed a key and a map.

After asking for directions, they made their way to the room where they were to watch the ballet, finding it empty and only having one row of chairs.

A private viewing.

Leonica glanced at Owen.

This had to cost a fortune.

“What? Is it too little?” He questioned when having noticed her stare.

Leonica immediately shook her head, her hand tightening around his. “No, not at all.” Gently, her grip released and she smiled. “This is perfect, thank you.”

He smiled at her and they sat down, the lights dimming and the ballet beginning.

As the curtains opened, Leonica’s attention was instantly stolen by the dancer and her partner on stage.

She was beautiful and talented.

“They’re amazing.” She murmured, eyes not once leaving the stage as she watched them dance to a rhythm akin to ‘Chemtrails Over The Country’ song.

“I know.” Owen replied and turned his gaze to her. “And I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

Leonica gave him a smile and a nod, her attention shifting back to the dancers as the music approached it’s climax and the dancers began to look even more talented with their skills.

Owen continued to look at her, smiling softly as he did, watching the way the light and shadows played across her face, illuminating her eyes and her smile, the sparkle and joy in her eyes as she watched the dancers, and the way the corners of her eyes crinkled whenever a particular action on stage brought a laugh to her.

She was gorgeous, and he wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in the world.

When the ballet came to a close, the curtain dropping and the lights turning on, Leonica stood up and clapped, cheering for the dancers and their performance.

“Thank you!” She spoke into the microphone, smiling when hearing the applause that followed.

As the staff came to clean up, the two of them left the Theatre, deciding to end their night by grabbing dinner.

Thankfully, the theatre had a diner just below.

As they sat down, a waitress rushed towards them, giving a dignified bow before passing the menu leaflet to each of them and asking after a while.

“What would you like to have?”

While Owen settled for a simple steak dish and red wine, Leonica combed through the menu, eyes fleeting between the shrimp dish and a simple plate of salad that she knew after all the junk she had eaten back in the theatre, she’d most definitely need.

But again her better judgment, she opted for the shrimp dish, flashing the starring waitress a polite smile as she placed her order.

“There stares are so obvious.” She muttered, shifting in her seat as she tried to ignore their probing eyes.

Owen reached across the table, placing his hand over here and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Are you uncomfortable? Should we leave?”

“No. No!” She quickly objected, feeling the urge to turn her hand palm up and when she did, the faint feeling of Owen’s hand entwining with hers felt nice. “We shouldn’t cut our date short just because of what others think. Plus, I can tell you’ve worked hard for this date, I don’t want it ruined.”

A wide grin bloomed on Owen’s face and her squeezed her hand tighter, this time more with excitement that comfort.

“If you say so.” Just as those words left his mouth, the waitress came back, placing each of their desired meals on the table.

Leonica took the first spoon of the shrimp palate, humming in great delight when the meal hit desired spot.

Yeah, she definitely wasn’t gonna regret ditching that plate of salad.

“So, where should we go on our second date after this?” Owen asked, focusing on the steak as he sliced through it.

Leonica laughed, the sound nearly being lost in the low him of another ballet show that had started shortly after they left.

“Second date? What makes you so sure you’re going to be getting a second date?”

“Cause the first one seems to be a success.” He boasted. “Am I wrong?” He asked when Leonica chuckled.

She looked up at him, silent for a few seconds before speaking. “No, no you’re not.”

He offered her a tooth smile and returned to his meal.

How pleasant, Leonica thought as she too returned to her meal. As they both ate, sharing small conversations here and there, Leonica wondered when was the last time she had felt so happy, so at peace.

The last time, was probably when she saved a dog on a beach and fell in love with Gabriel. That feeling of peace and happiness as she discussed with him and felt her heart sing a sweet melody, was currently the same feeling she was having.

Only this time, it was mixed with a little seed of worry.

This feeling of peace she was experiencing, how long would it last.

~•~

The theatre, meal and a stop at a cotton candy shop for desert was all that it took to seal the deal on there date. By the time, Owen had pulled up in the driveway of her house, Leonica felt extremely content with the way their date had gone.

“Well, thank you.” She began, unbuckling her seatbelt and turning to face him. “For a great evening, the ballet, the food, the cotton candy. Thank you.”

Owen shrugged, the grin on his face widening. “I told you, it’s all to make you swoon.”

Leonica stared at him, biting her bottom lips to stop herself from smiling. The action quickly caught Owen’s attention.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, eyes not for once leaving her lip.

“Just about how much of a great time I had today. Thank you, really.”

“Yeah, no problem. You want me to walk you to your door?”

Leonica’s eyes narrowed at his question and she chuckled. “I’m not a woman who can’t handle herself, Owen.”

He raised his hands in defense, a soft laugh leaving his lips. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Uh-huh, sure.” She hummed, the smile still not leaving her lips as she opened the door.

But despite her initial words, Owen was out of his car and beside her in second, walking her to her door.

“Well, here’s my door.” She stated, turning around and leaning against the door.

“Hmm, that’s right.” Owen answered and stepped closer. “So...”

“So.” Leonica mimicked, feeling heat creep to her cheeks once she took notice of their body proximity.

Owen bit the inside of his jaw, the anticipation killing him slowly.

He was nervous, and he had every right to be.

He didn’t know if Leonica was ready for a kiss, and if she was, was he?

Yes, he was, he’d been wanting to kiss her ever since the moment he saw her dressed in that yellow gown.

He could smell her intoxicating scent, could see the sparkle in her eyes and her blush, but still, he hesitated.

“I’m not sure if this is the right moment, or if I’ll regret it, but fuck this is killing me.”

He breathed, the rest of his words were mumbled, the sentence barely reaching Leonica’s ears.

“What is?” Leonica asked, the blush on her cheek turning from pink to bright red when Owen stepped closer.

“This.”

He said, cupping her face and gently pulling her into a kiss, a kiss that started out hesitant, but quickly evolved to something more passionate and needy, and much to his surprise the kiss was reciprocated.

It started out hesitantly her movement stalled by surprise, but as things went on, Leonica hooked her fingers on his waistcoat, unconsciously pulling him closer as if her body demanded it.

The taste of the cotton candy was still on their tongues, mixing and intertwining, as the kiss deepened.

His arms moved, slipping around her waist and holding her close, feeling the warmth of her body, the silkiness of her dress and the softness of her lips.

Leonica felt like she was drowning, her head light as a feather and her heart racing like a wild horse.

She felt breathless, unable to think and the only thing running through her mind was Owen.

For the first time in a long while, the only thing she could think of was a man, who she suddenly felt the need to be with.

When they both broke the kiss, Leonica’s hand slipped down from his waist coat, resting against his chest as they both stared at each other.

“I guess this is where we say goodnight.” Owen whispered, the sound barely above a whisper.

“Hmm.” Leonica hummed, licking her lips as they still tingles from the kiss.

“Then, goodnight, Leo.” He said, giving her one last quick kiss on the lips, before he backed away.

“Goodnight, Owen.” She replied, waving him off before disappearing behind the door.

She pressed her back against the door, her knees feeling like jelly and her heart thumping against her chest.

Did that really just happen?

Did he really just kiss her and she enjoyed it?!

Her finger touched her lips, the memory of their kiss fresh on her mind and a small smile formed.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed!” Anastasia’s sudden voice made Leonica flinch, her skeleton nearly leaving her skin.

“Jesus Christ, Anastasia! You scared the hell out of me.” Leonica whispered, clutching her chest and staring wide eyed at her friend.

“Yeah, but not as scared as you would be if you saw what I just saw.” Leonica’s fright was quickly replaced with embarrassment and her cheeks once again burned.

“Oh my God, Anastasia.” She whispered, covering her face with her hands and sliding down to the floor.

Anastasia crouched down beside her, a smile on her lips. “So, how was the kiss? Was it magical, breathtaking? Did you see fireworks?”

Leonica’s response was to groan, her body falling over and landing on her side.

“Okay, okay.” Anastasia chuckled, helping her up. “I won’t pester you. But I’m so glad the date went well.”

Leonica smiled. “Yeah, where’s Ashley?”

“Knocked out.” She said and Leonica smiled. “I’m so happy for you, Leo.” She pulled her friend into a hug. “So, happy.”

“Thank you.” Leonica responded, squeezing her friend tighter.

“But remember, I’m your best friend and as such, I deserve a full recount of everything that happened. Every detail.”

Leonica laughed, pushing her off. “We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m exhausted, and my feet hurt.”

Anastasia nodded and let her go, grabbing a few of her things before bidding her friend goodbye. Leonica waved her off with a smile on her lips.

But as soon as she was gone, the smile faded.

She was happy, ecstatic even, but that was the thing. Each time it seemed like she was content with life, fate always deals her a high card and right now, amidst the feeling of bliss roaming her stomach, a nagging feeling was making it’s home.

And no matter how much she tried to shake it, it was still there.

“I hope whatever I’m feeling is wrong.”