ALEX
“You don't need to worry about it. I have my people working on it.” I say to Leah as she watches me.
“But-”
“Let's talk later.” I cut her off.
Unable to hold a longer conversation. My mind is going wild, and honestly, anything that has to do with Athena seems to drive me insane .
Pregnant.
The word echoes in my head on a fucking loop.
I wouldn't ask how because I know what we've been doing the Past weeks. I however didn't think of the outcome.
“Medical Director” is written on the door as I push it open.
Many may expect an old man sitting behind that desk but it isn't.
He's a genius and even though he was born in old money, he still deserves the position.
“Look who decided to stop by.” Ian teases and I ignore him, placing myself in the seat opposite him.
The bastard is the best in the medical field and genuinely one of the few I actually respect.
“You know why I'm here.” I get straight to the point, having no time for pleasantries.
Ian Quinn watches me before pulling out a file and sliding it towards me.
I sigh as the text I received from Luca flashes before me. I didn't sleep a wink last night, stayed all night staring at the woman who could possibly be carrying my child and I don't know how to feel about that.
What do you do when the woman you married for convenience not only starts taking up your mind but also carries your child?
A heavy silence settles between us as I stare at the papers in front of me. The confirmation is right there, in black and white. There’s no denying it.
Athena is carrying my child.
I close the file, my fingers gripping the edge as I try to process the weight of it. I don’t know what the hell I’m feeling. Panic? Shock? Something dangerously close to fucking excitement?
No. I can’t afford to feel that.
This was never supposed to happen.
Ian leans back in his chair, watching me with that knowing smirk of his. He pushes his glasses toward his nose before speaking,
“You look like someone just punched you in the face.”
I exhale sharply, running a hand down my face. “Might as well have.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “So, what’s the plan?”
Plan? Fuck if I know.
“We didn't plan for this.” I bite out and Ian chuckles.
“You had unprotected sex, Alex. What did you expect?”
I push the file back toward him and lean back, my jaw clenching as I ignore his stupid question. “Who else knows?”
His smirk fades slightly. “Just me, Luca, and the doctor who handled her tests.”
“I don't even need to ask, do I?” I stand.
“No one else will know.” He says, “But Bring her in as soon as possible. I noticed she still has traumatic moments, so I need to check on a few things.”
I nod.
But my mind can't help but wonder, why the hell didn't she tell me?
Could it be?....
Oh, she wouldn't, would she?
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