Page 49 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
I drew in broken breaths. “He’s going to hate me. I love him, Gee, I really do, and he’s going to hate me for this.”
“Not if he loves you, too, he won’t.”
“Uh, guys?” Margo asked.
I sniffled hard, ignoring her voice. “I can’t be a mother. I don’t even know how to be a wife. We don’t even live together! What am I going to do, Guadalupe?”
“Uh, guys?” Margo asked, a bit louder.
Gee ignored her, too, though. “What you’re going to do first is put in your two weeks’ notice. Your future isn’t here any longer, and you need to accept that.”
Tears poured down my cheeks. “But, I don’t have any family if I don’t have you guys.”
She cupped my cheek. “Working here doesn’t make you family. You’re our family, whether you’re here or not, okay? That’s the first thing you need to learn.”
“A-a-a-and… and the second?”
She smiled softly. “You need to tell him how you’re feeling. All of it. Every good and every bad. The two of you can’t come to a decision about anything until you talk.”
“Guys!” Margo exclaimed.
“What?” Guadalupe and I yelled back.
And when I turned around, I found my co-worker and friend holding up all three tests.
“They’re positive, you guys,” Margo said softly. “All three of them.”
Which was the last declaration I heard before my knees gave way, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
18
Michael
My cell phone started vibrating, and I didn’t recognize the number calling me. At first, I ignored it, favoring my work over some random person attempting to garner my attention. But, the second time the number came through on my phone, I picked it up.
And my heart hit the floor when she spoke.
“Michael?”
I furrowed my brow as my fingers stopped typing. “Yes, who is this?”
“Guadalupe. I work with Maggie. I’m her boss.”
“Oh! Yes, yes, yes. She’s talked a lot about you. Is everything all right?”
“Michael, you need to get to the hospital. Maggie passed out at work, and you really need to be here for why.”
I didn’t hear anything after the word “hospital.” The second that word fell from her lips, I leaped out of my work chair and started shutting things down as quickly as I could. I scooped up folders as Maggie’s boss talked me through where they were and how to get to them, and then I raced down to my car with my briefcase bulging with work I’d have to take to bed with me tonight.
I didn’t care, though.
Mags was in trouble, and I needed to be there to help.
Rushing to the hospital was a blur. Attempting to find the room she had already been admitted into was even harder. But the second I skidded to a stop in her doorway, I found people gathered around a hospital bed with someone holding the palest hand I’d ever seen in my life. And when they all parted to the side, I almost threw up.
“Maggie,” I whispered.
I rushed to her side and perched on the edge of the hospital bed as everyone slowly backed away. I heard someone saying my name, but I couldn’t focus. Well, at least not on them. The only thing I saw was Maggie’s washed-out skin. Her hand felt clammy in mine, and a million things ran through my head, a million things that could be wrong, that could rip away the only woman on this planet I had ever loved with my entire heart.
