“Maeve,” he said sternly as he brushed her long, dark hair back off her face. “You know that you’re not to keep anything from me. Tell me.”
He needed to know so he could stop worrying about her.
And then he was going to spank her ass for not confiding in him immediately.
“If I tell you, though, you’re going to make me stay in bed and it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow. We have big plans.”
“I heard all the plans at dinner,” he said. “What I want to know is why you think I would make you stay in bed.”
“I’ve been . . . sick a few times.”
“Sick, how?” he asked, sitting up.
“Vomiting,” she whispered, sitting up as well to face him.
Gray got out of bed and started pacing back and forth. “How the fuck did I not know? When? It can’t be a stomach bug, though. You haven’t vomited when I’m around, have you?”
“Um, no. See, I just seem to get ill in the mornings. Well, sometimes I feel queasy during the day but that usually passes quickly. Most of the time, I feel good.”
“I’m going to go and talk to Alejandro. He can get his doctor out here to examine you.”
“No, no! Gray, wait! I don’t think I’m sick-sick!”
What the heck did that mean?
He turned back at the door. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, I, um . . .” She had climbed out of bed which he didn’t like. He strode back to her, picking her up and placing her back into bed.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Cat and Immy, they think . . . they . . .”
“You told Cat and Immy?” he asked.
“I kind of had to since I started vomiting in front of them,” she confessed.
“How long have you been vomiting for?” he asked.
“Well, just a few days. I threw up the day before we left. But I was fine yesterday. But this morning I vomited again while I was with Cat and Immy.”
“You should have told me the first time it happened,” he scolded as he placed a hand over her forehead. “You are in big trouble for that. Hmm, you don’t feel hot. Or look flushed. You’ve only vomited once today?”
“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you. I don’t think?—”
“You need to stay in bed. I’m going to message Alejandro.”
“But you don’t need to do that. I don’t need a doctor, because I think?—”
“I can’t believe you kept this from me. You shouldn’t have been traveling.”
“Gray!” she snapped.
“What?” he asked, focusing on her.
“I think I might be pregnant.”
That was notthe way she’d meant to tell him.
