The British Billionaire's Baby by Cristina Grenier Page A

your show but you’ve lost weight. And don’t deny it, because I know you.”
    At this point she was hardly in any shape to argue with him. Shakily, Gabby wiped her mouth before rising to her feet. She took a moment to wash her mouth out with water from the tap. “It’s just a virus.” Her voice was raw from the effect of harsh stomach acid on her throat. “It’ll pass in a few days.”
    “By which point you’ll be just skin and bones. No way, darling. We’re going to the doctor and we’re going today. Phillip knows someone on the upper West Side who should be able to see us.” Gabby merely groaned as her stomach lurched once more, dropping to her knees to renew her subservience to the porcelain god. Grimacing, Tristan stepped into the bathroom to lift the young woman’s hair from the nape of her neck as he kneeled beside her, rubbing her back comfortingly.
    Gabby thought that dying might be preferable to getting poked and prodded by a doctor. She hated doctors. But if she was this sick, she couldn’t work; and if she couldn’t work, she’d be miserable.
    Two hours later, she was seated, half-naked and freezing, on the examination table of a very expensive physician on eighty fifth street. She’d been poked with more needles than she could count, bled, inspected and had every bodily fluid known to man taken from her. She was still nauseous, and atop that she was now irritated at the enormous and unnecessary copay she’d handed over. This woman was just going to tell her what she already knew: She had some shitty virus that she needed to take medicine for.
    At this point, she was willing to do whatever they wanted if she could only get back to work.
    “Ms. Arnold?” She looked up to see a graying, cheerful woman enter the room and immediately detested her. How dare she smile when she felt like her stomach was trying to claw its way out through her throat. “How are we doing?”
    “Pretty shitty.” She answered truthfully. “It’d be nice to keep a meal down.”
    “I’m sorry for any discomfort you may be feeling.” Damn, this woman was entirely too chipper. Not even Gabby’s intentionally brusque attitude could affect her. “But I’m pleased to tell you we’ve found the cause of your issue.”
    “I know, I know.” Gabby groused. “I need pills. Done and done. Just give them to me.”
    “Actually,” Doctor Miller’s eyes gleamed in an enthusiasm that seemed almost inhuman, “You’re right. You’ll be needing quite a few pills. Prenatal vitamins, that is.”
    Gabby arched a brow. She wasn’t exactly the best versed in medical jargon. “Come again?”
    “Prenatal vitamins.” The Doctor spoke more slowly this time, effectively returning her to the fifth grade. “I’m happy to tell you, Gabrielle, that you’re about a week and a half pregnant!”
    For a moment, Gabby just stared, absolutely sure that she must have misheard the woman. However, when her inane smile didn‘t fade and the information actually began to sink in, the young woman’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.
    “ What did you say?”
    The Doctor held up a small strip familiar to every woman in existence, marked with two obvious purple lines in its miniscule window. “You’re going to have a baby.”
    If Gabby had felt on the edge of fainting all morning, now she knew she was going to. Her frantic voice carried through the Doctor’s office on the edge of a shriek.
    “ Tristan! ”
     
    **
     
    Careless. He’d been utterly careless.
    Cursing his own stupidity, Sebastian let Amir usher him into the Doctor’s office. It was only through his head of security’s quick reflexes that he’d suffered only a sprained wrist and a demolished phone instead of losing his head. He supposed the least he could do was let the man accompany him to a doctor.
    He was still having trouble coming to terms with how he’d been so idiotic. One moment he’d been tactfully sending a message to his mother, and the next…
    Thankfully,