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full bag the nurse had brought for her and marched from the room, slamming the door behind her.
    Almost immediately, Tristan rose with far too much poise for a man his size. He fixed Sebastian with a steady amber gaze before uttering four words. “Now, you’ve done it.” He was off after Gabby like a shot, and despite the fact that he still hadn’t received his prescription, Sebastian soon followed as well, his mind awhirl.
    What the hell was he supposed to do now?
     
    **
    Today was quite possibly the worst day of her life.
    Despite her queasiness, Gabby broke into a sprint the moment she left the Doctor’s office and made it about three blocks before lack of air got to her and she halted, leaning against the brick wall of a firehouse to catch her breath.
    Around her, the city carried on its harried pace as if nothing had changed, but everything had.
    She was going to have a baby. She, perhaps the one woman in Manhattan least suited to raise another human being, had been knocked up.
    By a fucking British Earl .
    She should have known. The man was too poised. Too rich! He was a beast in bed, but hell, for all she knew that could be a thing among modern day British nobility. He’d lied to her.
    Well, lie was a strong word. She’d known the man for all of twelve hours.
    And now she was going to have his baby.
    “Fuck,” she whispered desperately, her eyes sliding closed as she braced herself against another wave of nausea. She was closer to crying in that moment than she had been when they’d discovered her mother’s cancer. “ Fuck .”
    “Gabby.” She flinched at the sound of Tristan’s voice. As much as she loved the man, right now, she wanted to be back at her apartment, alone, curled up in her bed. “Darling, wait.” Of course, he was much more in shape than she was. The run had hardly winded him. At his gentle hand on her shoulder, Gabby shuddered, blinking back tears. “It will be alright, darling. This doesn’t change anything. We’ll figure things out.”
    She turned to face him, her gigantic pregnancy how-to bag thudding to the pavement. “There is nothing about this that is alright! I’m completely unprepared for this.” She clutched her still deceptively flat stomach, “I can barely take care of myself, Tristan.”
    “Honey, slow down. There are a lot of options. The Doctor caught things fairly early on. Maybe we could go visit a…clinic together. Just to see what kind of information they could provide.”
    He didn’t have to go into specifics. Gabby automatically knew exactly what kind of clinic he was referring to and she herself was surprised by the vehement protest that rose to her lips. “ No. ” She shook her head slowly. “It’s my baby. I did this. I’m not going to any clinic.”
    Tristan returned the sentiment with a thin smile. “Well, you hardly did it alone.”
    Groaning, Gabby blew out a breath. Fucking Sebastian Hunter. He seemed hardly thrilled to hear the news himself. She was stunned because utterly misjudged the man. Not that she’d expected him to be perfect, but the way he’d reacted? Christ, the memory was enough to incite a kind of queasiness that she knew had nothing to do with morning sickness.
    “It doesn’t matter. He knows now and that’s honestly all I owe him. I can work the rest out on my own.” Did she have any other choice? In the space of one doctor’s appointment, her life had been changed irrevocably.
    “That’s my girl.” Tristan chucked her chin affectionately before exhaling slowly. “Phillip is going to flip.” Honestly, Gabby doubted that Phillip was going to do much more than accept what Tristan told him. It was the way he usually handled things, and at this point, it would make her life a hell of a lot easier.
    “Gabrielle!”
    She stiffened at the accented tones of the absolute last person she wanted to see at that moment. Gabby had been positive when she’d left the Ritz Carlton that it would be the last time she’d ever see