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I don’t even think or ask what’s wrong. My entire body locks down until all that’s on my mind is getting to her.
“I’m on my way.”
An hour later, I’m on a borrowed private jet, flying across the Atlantic toward my fiancée. Every second away from her feels like torture. I thought it was bad before but now that I know something might be wrong with her, a visceral ache settles in my chest. I know it won’t leave until I set my eyes on her.
Eight hours later, I land in Madrid. I immediately head for the hospital Daniella told me she was at. She wouldn’t tell me why she was there, she just told me to hurry.
I fire off rapid Italian at one of the nurses and she quickly shows me to Daniella’s room. There’s a dark-haired woman with green eyes waiting in front of the door.
“You must be her fiancé,” she says. “Christian, right? I’m Lila.”
Tension lines every inch of my body but I accept her outstretched hand.
“I know who you are. Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. The doctor says it’s a normal complication when a woman’s this far along.”
Lila’s saying words but I don’t understand them.
“What are you talking about?”
Her mouth clamps shut and her eyes widen like she was just caught saying something she shouldn’t have.
“You should go in.” She gestures at the door.
I take slow hesitant steps inside until I’m face to face with the woman of my dreams. The woman I’m fucking in love with. And then I see the baby bump in front of her. My heart drops.
“Christian,” she begins through tears, “I can explain.”
“You’re pregnant,” I say in awe, staring at her stomach. She’s seated on the hospital bed. Her face is a little pale, but other than that, she looks perfectly fine. Except for the baby bump.
My head aches. I think I need to sit down.
“Just breathe and let me explain.”
“How are you pregnant?” I ask, confused. Then realization hits and it feels like someone slid the floor from underneath me. “It’s not mine?”
There are tears in her eyes as she looks at me.
“Of course it’s yours.”
I almost laugh. “There’s no way you’re that far along and you didn’t tell me you were pregnant.”
Daniella’s practically shaking. “That’s what I’m trying to explain, Christian. I had to. I had no choice.”
I was in denial before. But when I take in her expression and the tears in her eyes, it hits me like a punch to my gut.
“You were pregnant with my baby and you didn’t tell me?” I yell.
She winces. And I remember that we’re in a hospital room. I rein in my temper, force myself to maintain some semblance of calm.
“What happened? Why are you in a hospital?” I ask.
“I-I passed out. Lila saw some bleeding and freaked out, but the doctor assured me it wasn’t anything serious.”
“So what? You were planning to deliver the baby here?” I ask, casually leaning against the wall. I can barely even look at her right now. “I mean, I know it’s half Italian but that seems a little like overkill.”
Pain flashes in the blue depths of her eyes. She has no idea how much pain I’m feeling right now.
