And how was he going to keep a helpless, vulnerable baby safe?
Fuck!
Okay. You have this.
Gray wasn’t a guy who let himself get consumed with worry. He just got on and did stuff. He’d work out what he needed to do to keep both Maeve and their baby safe.
Maybe Ilya, Maeve’s bodyguard, would have to stay with her all the time when Gray wasn’t there. Whether she was off the property or not.
Yeah, that was a solution.
Maeve let out a small moan.
Jesus. His poor baby. She didn’t even have anything in her stomach to throw up. When she finished, he helped her sit against the wall while he flushed the toilet and grabbed a cloth and glass of water. After wiping her face, he held the water up for her to take small sips.
She needed electrolytes. And food. He studied her carefully. Were her cheekbones more pronounced? Was she losing weight?
Shit. That wasn’t good.
He still wasn’t happy with her for not telling him as soon as she started to feel ill. However, he’d deal with that naughtiness at another time when she was feeling better.
“I can hear you thinking,” Maeve said, eyeing him. “I’m just a bit concerned about what has you frowning so much?”
“You’re losing weight.”
She sighed. “No, I’m not.”
Gray took in her pale skin and the dark marks under her eyes. They hadn’t been there yesterday, had they?
Right. Someone was staying in bed today.
“You are.”
“Gray, I’ve thrown up a few times over several days. Did you see how much I ate last night? If anything, I’m probably gaining weight.”
He disagreed.
“You look tired and pale. You’re staying in bed today.”
“No, I’m not!” She attempted to stand.
What did she think she was doing? She could get dizzy and fall! He stood and picked her up, putting her on his hip.
“Yes, you are. I’m the boss.”
“You’re bossy. There’s a difference.”
Not to his mind.
“Need to brush my teeth,” she told him as he turned toward the bedroom.
Right. Of course she did. He set her on the counter by the sink and put some toothpaste on her toothbrush.
“Open wide,” he ordered.
He brushed her teeth and waited for her to rinse before picking her back up and carrying her to bed.
“You are staying in bed until your cheeks have more color and you don’t look like you’re going to pass out,” he told her.
