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Farland pursed his lips and had another look at the analyzer.
“I’d need a different test to give you a more accurate date, but based on these readings, I would say three months.
THREE MONTHS?
I placed a hand over my flat belly. Three months ago, Anton and I made love in his bed for the first time. Noticing my gesture, Farland smirked, glancing down at my belly meaningfully.
“You’ll be showing soon enough. Thinner women like you often don’t show until the fourth month, so you’ll be ok for your debut performance. But Braxian babies tend to be big. You’ll grow as fat as a whale.”
Could he be more of an ass?
“Alright, thank you, Dr. Farland,” I said, my tone frosty. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, can you patch up my ankle? I want to go home.”
He waved at the examination table, with a mocking expression. I limped over and sat down, my legs resting on the table. Farland began rubbing the healing cream over my ankle. Even though he was a jerk, his ministrations were gentle and efficient.
“Now, in terms of termination options—”
I glared at him. “Excuse me?”
He held my gaze, his stare stern and unwavering. “You’re bearing a mix-breed, fathered by a clanned Braxian half-breed. Their rules are very clear regarding such pregnancies.”
“Fuck their rules. This is my child. Nobody will harm him.”
“Myers needs to know. He will have a say in this,” Farland said.
I pointed a threatening finger at him. “How I handle my pregnancy is my fucking business. You stay the hell out of it.”
“He has the right to know,” Farland insisted. “There will be serious repercussions for him if you keep this a secret.”
I pulled my foot out from his mending hands and slipped my shoe on. “I will handle Anton and my pregnancy. Don’t forget your oath.”
“You’re welcome to sue me if you wish, but you have one week, Ms. Hopper. If you do not inform Mr. Myers by then, I will.”
Without another word, I stormed out of his office.
I roamed aimlessly along the walkway, unable to form anything that even remotely resembled coherent thoughts. Part of me believed Anton would want our child. He often expressed gratitude for his father sparing his life. It would only make sense for him to want to do the same for his own child. But what of his clan?
He swore he would never hurt me again.
Hurting my child would hurt me. However, I couldn’t gamble on my child’s life.
I blinked, realizing my steps unconsciously led me to Marcus’ hotel. The lift took me to his suite.
The sound of muted music wafted through his door. Marcus was throwing another ‘party.’ Sure enough, when he opened the door, the smell of sex, drugs, and alcohol greeted me. A towel wrapped around Marcus’ waist tented in front of him. I averted my eyes, strangely uncomfortable. Sweat glistened on his naked skin and his chest rose and fell from recent exertion.
“Gracie, this is kind of an awkward moment for a visit,” he said with a slightly embarrassed grin.
He knew I didn’t approve of this lifestyle. Marcus was a smart, handsome man with a heart of gold. This was such a waste… But right now, I had bigger issues than Marcus’ philandering.
“I’m pregnant.”
That sobered him.
“Come in,” he said, pulling me inside.
A full-blown orgy raged within the apartment. At least two dozen people rutted all over the living room in every kind of pairing possible. A few of them catcalled as we came in. Marcus waved them off and led me to my former bedroom. I was glad he didn’t allow people in here.
“Give me a minute to go fix myself up and I’ll be right back, ok?”
