Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 661

Chapter 661

Gwen’s POV

The whole house seemed to fall into conspiracy.

Not in a magical way. In a practical, Valentian, almost military way. Martina didn’t celebrate. Didn’t overreact. Didn’t interrogate me.

She just rolled up her sleeves like she was accepting a mission.

For a few minutes, I let her lead.

“You’re staying right there,” she said, firmly guiding me into a chair at the kitchen table. “And you’re drinking water.”

“I’m not sick,” I muttered, obeying anyway.

“You’re pregnant,” she corrected, as if that explained everything. “And you’re pale. Water.”

I drank.

And for a second, I saw myself through her eyes. Someone who had spent too long trying to be invincible. Someone who was now allowed to just be… human.

Martina opened the fridge and assessed the ingredients like a general studying a battlefield.

“Nothing heavy,” she declared. “Tonight is about the heart, not the stomach.”

I almost laughed.

“That was deep. For you.”

She shot me a look that was half reprimand, half humor.

“I raised Nick. I know when he eats because he’s happy and when he eats because he’s trying not to feel.”

That one hit me right in the chest.

Because it was true.

And because there was something tender in it that reminded me what I was about to give him.

We built the evening carefully.

Martina prepared something simple but beautiful. Light pasta. A soft, delicate sauce. A salad she somehow made look like it belonged in a magazine spread. Nothing extravagant. Nothing theatrical.

Just comfort.

I insisted on making dessert.

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Out of stubbornness. Symbolism. The need to use my hands, not just my heart.

“Gwen…” Martina warned, suspicious.

“I know,” I cut in before she could rescue me too soon. “I know it’ll probably go wrong. But I want to try.”

She studied me for a moment. Then nodded.

“Then try,” she said. “I’ll stand guard.”

It was a controlled disaster.

I tried to melt chocolate and stirred too aggressively, like stirring harder might give me control over something. I nearly burned it. Created a small cloud of smoke that had me flinging open a window, coughing and laughing at the same time.

Martina took one look at my face, at the pan, and didn’t say I told you so.

She just gently took the spoon from my hand.

“You try. I save,” she said.

And I almost cried from the kindness of that.

In the end, dessert was… presentable. A small bowl of something creamy with chocolate drizzled on top. Not fine dining.

Just me, trying to build a memory with my own hands.

When night fell, Martina executed her part flawlessly.

“Bella, tonight we’re going to bed early,” I heard her say in that firm, sweet voice. “Movie night.”

A few minutes later, the guest room door closed.

Silence.

A rare kind. Almost sacred.

My heart started pounding so loudly I was convinced Nick would hear it before he even stepped inside.

I carried the tray to our bedroom and arranged everything like I was a woman who did this sort of thing all the time. Like I hadn’t spent the entire day carrying an avalanche in my chest.

I turned on a softer light. Made the room warmer. Changed clothes. Not seductive. Not calculated.

Just beautiful.

I wanted to feel good in my own skin. Like my body hadn’t been just a place of survival for months.

Then I stood there with the envelope in my hand, pacing like a teenager waiting for a doorbell.

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‘What if he doesn’t react the way I imagine?

‘What if he freezes?

‘And what if the first thing he feels is fear?’

Renee had that talent. Poisoning even good news.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, pushing her voice out of my head before it could take shape.

When I heard the front door open, I froze.

Footsteps in the hallway.

The doorknob turned.

Nick stepped in and stopped immediately, like he had crossed into another dimension.

“What…?” His eyes moved from the bed to the tray to me. “What is this?”

I smiled, and my mouth trembled. Great.

“Dinner,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “For us. Just… us.”

He swallowed.

“Gwen… did something happen?”

I lifted the envelope slowly, like it was sacred.

“Yes,” I said. “But it’s… it’s something good. I just needed to be sure.”

He took two quick steps toward me, like his body understood before his mind did.

“What is that?” he asked, and his voice faltered just slightly.

I placed the envelope in his hands.

“Open it.”

He looked at it like he was afraid to tear it. Like the wrong movement might cause something to collapse.

“Gwen… what does this mean?” he asked, confused, scared, hopeful all at once.

I couldn’t

circle around it.

I touched his chest lightly with my fingertips, just to feel him there. Solid. Real.

“It means we’re having a baby,” I said, letting the words out in one breath. “I’m pregnant, Nick.”

The silence was absolute.

I could hear my own breathing.

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He blinked once. Then again.

And then his face changed.

Not into immediate tears. Into something bigger. A kind of stunned reverence, like the universe had just offered him a second chance and he didn’t know if he was allowed to reach for it.

“A… baby?” he repeated softly, like he needed to hear it again.

I nodded, laughing and crying at the same time.

Nick exhaled like he had been holding his breath for weeks. His hands trembled around the envelope.

And then he slowly sank to his knees. Not like when he proposed. Like a man who didn’t have the strength to stand in front of something miraculous.

He rested his forehead gently against my stomach, as if asking permission.

“Hi…” he whispered, and his voice broke. “Hi, little one.”

I slid my hand into his hair, holding him there, anchoring both of us.

He pressed a soft, almost shy kiss to my belly, like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Then he looked up at me, eyes shining, like I had placed the sun inside our house.

“You…” He tried to speak, failed, let out a breathless laugh, and shook his head. “Gwen…”

I bent slightly, pressing my forehead to his.

“We’re going to figure it out,” I whispered. “Everything. Renee. The custody case. Life. We will.”

He stood slowly, like he was still adjusting to gravity in this new world.

And then he kissed me like a man who had finally found solid ground again.

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