Page 70 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
Cody looks puzzled for a moment, and then his face hardens again. “You’re an ass. You want to take advantage of her using your fake marriage, going as far as knocking her up…”
“Cody!” Vivian hisses again.
My jaw falls. “What did you just say?”
The lad presses his lips tightly and doesn’t answer my question. I look at Vivian and recall we skipped the condom the night of our wedding. “Are you pregnant?”
“I…” Vivian buries her face in her hands. “I don’t know yet! I’m going to find out now.”
She quickly goes to rummage in a grocery bag and pulls out a pregnancy test kit. When she heads to the bathroom, both Cody and I follow her.
“Stop!” she says. “I don’t need your help.”
We halt at the door simultaneously, letting her go in there alone.
I glare at Cody again, annoyed that Vivian trusts him and shares everything with him and that he finds out about her possible pregnancy first. I blame myself for not coming to see her sooner.
And then I think about what if Vivian is pregnant. I can’t let her alone here in a foreign country, especially not next to a young man who’s dying to protect her. I’ll have to take her back to New York.
The longest five minutes later, the door opens, and Vivian meets my eyes with the hardest expression to read.
“Well?” I ask.
“What’s the result?” Cody blurts.
“I think it’s positive,” Vivian says.
“What do you mean, you think?” I rush into the restroom and pick up the tube lying on the table. Cody stands right behind me. It shows two lines, and according to the instructions, it means… she’s pregnant.
I push Cody away and reach for Vivian. I clasp her into my arms and kiss her. “I love you, baby!”
She doesn’t say anything, but I hear sniffling. I pull away and brush her tears with a thumb. “Are you okay? Why’re you crying?”
“I am,” she says a moment later. “I love you, too!”
Cody sneaks out of the bathroom and says to us, “Vivian, I’m gonna go back to my apartment.”
“Are you sure?” Vivian calls him back. “You don’t have to.”
“Thanks, but I don’t want to be a third wheel,” he says with a smile. Before he gets to the front door, however, he turns to speak to me with a warning look. “You’d better take care of her, old man. Otherwise, you’d regret it!”
I roll my eyes. What an insolent young man. “Off you go, Cody. Thanks for what you’ve done for Vivian!”
And then I glance at my watch. “We’d better go, too. The show is about to begin.”
“What show?” Vivian asks with wide eyes.
“You’ll find out in just a minute,” I say.
Chapter 30
Vivian
I gasp when I realize we’re on our way to Carrousel du Louvre, an underground shopping mall near the Louvre Museum where most of the fashion week shows are held. “No way!” I whisper as I stare at Alex. These shows aren’t open to the public.
I’ve been to the fashion shows in New York often since I was a child, but this is my first in Paris. I can hardly stifle my excitement.
“Which show are we going to?”
