Chapter 73: Overhear

\[Grant’s POV\]

I stand just around the corner, listening as Gianna begs a nurse to let her out of doing a pee test, but there was no point in that now. Not when I already heard her reasoning and got a confirmation to the thing I was wondering.

“She’s pregnant.” I murmur, disbelief rushing through me. “Then who the hell is the father?”

Frowning, I feel a wave of anger move through me as I try to picture another bastard touching her after I had her.

“How far along are you honey?”

I grow quiet as the nurses voice drifts toward me and then I find myself waiting on baited breath for Gianna to respond.

“About two months,” she admits and I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.

How long had it been since we were together?

Wasn’t it around that amount of time?

And if it was?

Did that mean that I was the father?

Did we use protection that night?

I couldn’t quite remember.

We were both drunk and we let the alcohol speak and act for us, but when I looked around the suite for a used condom I couldn’t find one.

Fuck.

Then I was the father of her baby, right?

That was the only reasonable answer to the question that was now swirling around in my head, but before I can think too hard on it the nurses voice reaches me again.

“And the child’s father is letting you travel while in your first semester?”

Her voice is even, but I can hear the dissatisfied hint to it.

“Doesn’t he and even you know that you’re still in the unstable period?”

“I didn’t know it was an issue.” Gianna admits.

“And the father?” The nurse pushes.

“He’s not involved.”

At her words, I once again feel like I’ve been punched because that further confirmed my suspicion.

Instantly, I feel like the world is shifting beneath my feet over what I accidentally overheard, but wasn’t this the reason that I brought Gianna here?

“Honey,” the nurse sighs now, drawing me out of my spiral. “I know that you’re worried about your work being affected by your company discovering your pregnancy, but you should be honest with them. Why are you even trying to hide it? There are plenty of models who continue to work until they start showing.”

“It’s complicated.” Gianna responds.

Because she doesn’t want me to find out. I finish for her.

That was the most obvious explanation and it was amazingly the one that I wanted to believe the most.

Even when I was acting like I wanted to use Gianna, I just wanted to tie her beside me until she fell for me.

“Complicated or not,” the nurse sighs. “You still need to be completely open and honest.”

I shouldn’t be listening to anymore of this. I think.

“Understood,” Gianna murmurs. “Then I just go in here and do the test?”

“That’s correct.”

As Gianna speaks, I can hear the struggle in her words and I find myself wondering if I should just pretend I know nothing, but how could I do that now that I knew?

Wouldn’t that make me an asshole?

Fuck.

What the hell was this turn in situation?

Was Gianna really going to try to keep this hidden from me until the very end?

And if she did?

Would I let her continue to act like she is the only one who should take responsibility for what happened?

I couldn’t do that.

That would make me even more of an asshole.

Just make a decision, Grant. I hiss inwardly and then round the corner so that not only the nurses, but even Gianna’s gazes come to rest on me and when mine and Gianna’s eyes meet, I can see the shock and then absolute fear in them.

“G-grant,” she gasps, her face paling. “You’re here.”

“I am,” I confirm. “Why do you look so scared?”

“I just…” She begins. “I was just wondering why you’re here?”

She’s a terrible liar.

The way her gaze darts around and her hands begin to fidget gives away just how nervous she is.

“I came to check on you.” I tell her. “Nurse, you don’t have to proceed with the exam.”

As I speak, I move forward and when I reach Gianna, I reach out and take her hand.

“We will be leaving.”

Not waiting for a response, I turn and then I start to move, all the while pulling Gianna along behind me.

It is only when we are out of the doctors office that I turn and take her in and when my gaze shifts to her stomach, I can see the fear in her eyes grow.

“You heard,” she whispers. “Were you eavesdropping?”

“It wasn’t intentional.” I assure her. “I was really coming to check on you, but when I heard you mention your condition, I froze.”

It isn’t the full truth, but it also isn’t a lie, and right now it was the only thing I could say that wouldn’t end up getting me hit.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask now.

“Because there was no reason to.” Gianna responds, collecting herself. “It’s my problem, so why…”

“It isn’t only your problem.” I counter. “I’m the father, right?”

“You aren’t,” she counters, but when her gaze shifts ever-so-slightly, I get my confirmation.

“We’re going to the courthouse.” I tell her, heading toward the street to hail a taxi.

“And why would we go to the courthouse?” Gianna gasps. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m taking responsibility.” I tell her. “We’re going to the courthouse to get married.”

“Married.” Gianna hisses. “Wait! I didn’t…”

“I’m not going to let you be a single mother.” I snap. “You can either agree to this the easy way or we can do it the hard way, the choice is yours.”

“Wait! Could you just calm the hell down for a second?” Gianna demands. “You’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” I repeat. “Do you think that this is some small matter? You’re pregnant with my child. My heir. I can’t just turn a blind eye and pretend that I didn’t hear or that I don’t know. We are going to get married and then we will raise the child together.”

“But we don’t care about each other.” She points out.

“Then we will work on that.” I say as a taxi pulls up. “There’s going to be plenty of time from here on.”