Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 694

Chapter 694

Gwen’s POV

It was just a Tuesday.

I had a folder with my test results, a bottle of water in my bag, and the practical certainty that if I kept everything organized, the rest would fall into place.

Nick appeared in the bedroom doorway with the car keys in his hand and the look of a man who’d already rehearsed the route three times in his head.

“Thirty minutes,” he said, checking his watch. “If we leave now, we’ll get there early.”

I nodded like that made us invincible.

I was ready. Black knit dress that didn’t press against my stomach and didn’t scream pregnant. Comfortable sneakers. Hair pulled back. Minimal makeup so no one would ask if I was okay.

The garage was exactly the same.

Apparently, I wasn’t.

Because I saw the car and… stopped.

It wasn’t a decision. It wasn’t even a thought. It was like someone pulled a handbrake inside me.

“Gwen?” Nick said my name carefully.

I blinked. The feeling was ridiculous. I just… couldn’t move forward.

“Sorry,” I said automatically.

I got into the passenger seat first and was suddenly overtaken by somethi

t and practical.

Seatbelt.

Click.

Unclick.

Click again.

Adjust.

Adjust more.

The strap felt too rough against my shoulder. The diagonal didn’t sit right, even though it was exactly where it had always been.

Nick got in on the driver’s side. He saw me, but he didn’t comment. He started the car, pulled out slowly, and before turning the first corner, he touched my hand once. Light. A quiet I’m here.

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“Mommy!” she screamed, her voice breaking.

I didn’t turn around.

I just lifted my hand and called the nanny’s name without looking back, the way you summon a service.

“Take care of this child.”

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The city was normal.

Normal traffic. Normal people heading to cafés. Bikes. Motorcycles. Tourists wandering.

I wanted normal to be armor.

But at the first honk – an impatient motorcycle behind us – I jumped. Not gracefully. My whole body reacted.

“You okay?” Nick asked, eyes flicking to the mirror.

“I just… got startled.”

I tried to laugh, but it came out short and wrong.

We kept going.

A traffic light turned red and I saw it like a shouted command. My chest tightened.

“STOP!” I said too loudly.

The car was already slowing. Nick was already braking. Still, the word shot out of me like I was preventing disaster.

He eased the car to a halt, calm as if it were just another light.

“We’re stopping,” he said, no judgment in his voice. “We’re already stopping.”

I swallowed.

“I know.”

But my body didn’t seem to.

A few blocks later, a car sped past us, engine roaring, cutting too close. I felt uush of air and grabbed the seatbelt handle, my grip tight. My vision narrowed, like the world had collapsed into a tunnel.

“Breathe,” Nick said quietly.

I tried. Inhale for four. Hold for two. Exhale for six. Technique from articles and protocols. But the protocol didn’t fit what was happening.

My heart was pounding at a rhythm that had nothing to do with the road. My mouth went dry. Heat climbed up my neck.

“Gwen, look at me,” Nick asked, and I managed to turn my head a fraction. “What’s happening?”

I opened my mouth to give him a rational explanation.

I didn’t have one.

“I think…” I started, and the word dissolved halfway out.

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A truck braked in front of us.

Not abruptly. Not dangerously.

Normal.

But the sound of the brakes lit up every emergency signal inside my body.

“Pull over,” I said, no attempt at charm now.

Nick glanced to the side, scanning for somewhere safe.

“PULL OVER NOW!” I shouted.

My own voice startled me.

Nick didn’t snap back. He didn’t get irritated. He turned on the hazard lights and, with almost surgical precision, eased into a side street and parked in the first open space.

“There,” he said, turning off the engine. “We’re stopped.”

I opened the door before he’d even finished speaking.

The cold air hit my face, but it wasn’t enough. I moved fast, almost running, to a trash can across the sidewalk and threw up without dignity.

I braced myself against the metal, shaking, my throat burning, eyes watering.

Nick was beside me in seconds, like his body had been trained to reach me.

He held my hair back with one hand. The other stayed firm at my waist, steadying me without trapping

When I could breathe again, he handed me a bottle of water.

“Rinse,” he said.

I did.

Because I trust him more than I trust my own nervous system.

“I thought this stage had gotten better,” Nick said gently, trying to understand.

I hate crying in public. I hate having an audience. I hate when my face exposes what I haven’t put into words. But I couldn’t stop the tears.

Nick pulled me into him carefully.

“Do you want to tell me?” he asked, almost a whisper.

I took a deep breath. Wiped the corner of my eye with the back of my hand and hated how out of controll felt.

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“I think…” I swallowed. “I think my body remembered before my mind did.”

Nick leaned back just enough to look at me.

“What do you mean?”

I hesitated. The answer had lived inside me for years. I’d just wrapped it so neatly that sometimes it felt like it belonged to someone else.

“It was in the second trimester,” I said quietly, like someone might steal the words. “When I lost it.”

He didn’t need the full story right then. He knew enough.

“You’re-” he started.

“I’m scared,” I finished for him, and saying it hurt. “And I didn’t even realize it until now. I wasn’t thinking. I just… froze.”

Nick held me a little tighter and rested his forehead against mine.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Or to the baby.”

It was a beautiful promise.

I wasn’t in the right state to pretend I believed in beautiful promises.

“You can’t promise that,” I said, raw honesty in my voice.

He didn’t take offense. He nodded.

“You’re right. I can’t control everything. But what I can… I will.”

He paused, thinking, then added:

“And what I can’t, I will anyway.”

A small, involuntary laugh slipped out of me through the tears.

“That makes no sense.”

“I know,” he said, his eyes soft. “But at least it made you smile.”

He kissed my forehead gently.

Then, like he needed me to really hear it, he said again, firm:

“It’s not going to happen again, Gwen. It won’t.”

I wanted to argue. To list probabilities, risks, statistics, variables.

I didn’t.

I just breathed and let my hand find his.

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“I know it won’t,” I said, because in that moment, it felt true in the way I needed it to be. “Because this baby has the best father in the world.”

Nick’s eyes shone, restrained, as he squeezed my hand carefully.

“Want to walk?” he asked. “We’re close.”

“I do.”

We started walking, hand in hand.

Like the outcome depended only on that.

Only on trust.

And the love between us.

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