Page 172 of The Billionaire's Secret
He leans forward, rescues the glass and places it back on the table.
"Does he know?" Weston pulls up a chair and drops into it.
"No," I twist my fingers together. "Did you tell him?"
He shakes his head, "But Saint has a right to know."
I tip up my chin, "That’s for me to decide. He won’t want it."
"Whatever is between the two of you, that’s your business." He leans forward, "But I am his friend, and I owe it to him to let him know."
"I'm his wife." I set my jaw, "It's my decision when I decide to share this with him."
"So you will tell him?" He frowns.
I twist my fingers together, "When it's the right time."
His jaw tics, "You want this child?"
I nod, "More than anything else in the world."
"How long have you known?"
"I... I guessed...when my period didn't arrive on time." I raise my shoulders. "But I put it down to the stress of the last few weeks."
"Did you plan this?" He frowns.
"No," I swallow.
He sets his jaw.
"Really." I hasten to add, "I understood how precarious my situation with Saint was... I even started taking the pill. No way, would I have been this irresponsible."
Yet here I am, pregnant.
Weston raises an eyebrow. “When you say you ‘even started taking the pill,’ do you mean you just started when you and Saint got together?
I nod.
He shakes his head, “Victoria, it can take up to seven days for birth control to become effective.”
My mouth drops open.
“The doctor must have told you...”
“Oh, my god,” I whisper, “I must not have heard her.”
Had I planned this subconsciously? I've always wanted a child of my own... No, I wanted Saint's child. I admit it, but I didn't consciously plan for it to turn out like this. I hunch my shoulders.
"I... I wouldn't hurt Saint." I swallow, "Not on purpose."
He changes position, surveys me for another beat. "I believe you," he says, then places the tips of his fingers together. "As your doctor and your friend, I’d advise that you allow him to share the load. This is when you need him the most."
"I don’t need anyone."
He scowls ,"Victoria."
"Swear it," I sit up and hold out my hand, "Swear you will not tell him yet, that you'll give me the chance to break the news to him."
