Chapter 54: Girl Talk

\[Gianna’s POV\]

“Wait, wait, wait,” Gabrielle gasps, her hands flying up. “Back up and say that again.”

“You heard me,” I huff. “Mister one-night-stand is my new step-uncle.”

“Fuck,” Gabrielle laughs. “What kind of midday drama bullshit is that?”

The real kind. I think grumpily while wondering whether or not I should tell her about my pregnancy and that the man was my new boss.

It was like fate was punishing me for doing something so stupid.

Fuck.

How could any of this be happening?

That’s what you get for being impulsive. The small voice in the back of my head tells me. You should have thought before you fucked.

No, shit. I think, hating how I was feeling and when my stomach starts to churn, I know that there is no way that I can hide my condition much longer.

“Hey, Gab,” I say slowly, suddenly wanting someone, anyone to be on the secret with me. “How do you feel about kids?”

“Kids,” she repeats, frowning. “Well, I have a younger brother and sister, so I don’t hate them.”

They were different.

Her younger brother and sister were twins and they were already nine years old. They were kids, but they weren’t infants.

“Why?” She pushes. “Don’t tell me that you’re into him and are already considering starting a family.”

“No,” I snap. “Not even close.”

I mean, part of it was true because I was pregnant with his child, but the being into him, well, I couldn’t say that I was, but I couldn’t say that I wasn’t either.

He was handsome sure with his dreamy eyes and his salt and pepper hair that made him look mature and sophisticated, and that body.

Fuck, that body was great and it knew what it was doing, but sexual attraction wasn’t the same as intimate connection.

“It’s just…” I trail off for a minute, the words that I want to say trapped on the tip of my tongue. “Gab,” I continue, knowing that I needed to say it. “I fucked up.”

I grow quiet and wait while Gabrielle stares at me, confusion in her dark eyes.

That confusion stares there as she clearly tries to make sense of what I’m getting at and when she finally does her eyes widen.

“No way,” she gasps. “No fucking way! Please tell me you aren’t.”

“I am,” I sigh, suddenly feeling like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. “I’m about two months along.”

“Fuck,” Gabrielle says, disbelief coloring her face. “How the hell did that happen?”

“We fucked.”

It was a simple reason, but even then to have ended up in this situation was extremely irresponsible and dumb.

I could blame the alcohol and the irritation I felt, but in the end, I could only blame myself for not being more careful.

“What are you going to do now?”

Gabrielle’s voice drifts through my thoughts, bringing me back to the present and the issue at hand and I give a long huff.

“What else can I do?” I ask her. “I’m obviously going to keep the child.”

“And the dad?” She asks. “What about him? Since you’ve found him again, are you going to tell him?”

“Honestly,” I say slowly, wondering what would happen if Grant found out. “I don’t know.”

I knew how his world worked, you know, the world of the high class, business elites. Heirs were crucial for them so that they could continue on their legacy, but would this child even be welcomed?

Wouldn’t it and me be denied because we didn’t come from the same world?

Would Grant’s parents attempt to take my child and kick me to the curb?

You’ve watched too many dramas, Gia. I tell myself, but even then I can’t stop the fear that I feel and then there was the issue of my mother and Anthony.

How would they react if they knew that I wasn’t only pregnant, but I was pregnant by my step-uncle?

I was certain that wouldn’t go over so well.

So then, what the hell would I even do from this point on?

“Hey,” Gabrielle says, her hand touching my shoulder. “It’s going to be alright.”

“Is it?” I ask as a knot begins to form in my throat. “Because right now, I don’t know how it will.”

I am only twenty-five. My career is just taking off. And I’m not even in a relationship with the man that got me pregnant.

No matter how you looked at it, I was in a bit of a bind.

“Fuck, Gab,” I sob, finally letting out the emotions that I have been holding in all day. “What am I going to do?”

As I speak, I lean against my friend and let the tears start flowing.

They’re big fat tears that stain my cheeks and soak her shoulder, but even then she just wraps an arm around me and gently rubs my shoulder.

“We will get through this,” she tells me. “Even if I have to be the father of that kid, we will get through this.”

At her words, I simply nod, because even then I still feel like things won’t be that simple.

“Gab,” I say slowly, my voice shaky. “There’s one more thing that I haven’t told you yet.”

Growing quiet, I wait while she sits silently, clearly giving me the chance to say what it is that I need to say.

“He’s the new CEO of my modeling agency.”

A hiss of shock escapes Gabrielle as she shifts our positions so that she can look at me and when I see the absolute disbelief there I know that even she thinks that I’m in deep shit.

“Still think it’s going to be okay?” I ask her, breaking the silence that has fallen around us. “Because honestly, I don’t.”

“Honestly,” Gabrielle responds. “I think that maybe you should move somewhere far away or just go ahead and tell the dude that you’re carrying his baby.”

“The second option is not an option,” I point out. “As for the first, well, I guess we will just have to see how things go.”