Page 35 of Working For A Billionaire

"I appreciate that," Harrison says, taking the pamphlets from her, "I will look at them."

Hannah gives us a warm smile, then turns to me and says, "This is an important decision that you two should make as parents. Just let me know what you decide. I will be by your side at home or the hospital."

"Thank you, Hannah," I say, appreciating her being so understanding "I will call you later."

Once Hannah is gone, I turn to Harrison, waiting for him to speak. After a minute, he looks at me and says, "I'm not saying I'm against the idea completely. I just want to learn more about it before making a decision, okay?"

I let out a sigh and nod my head. "Okay," I tell him, "We will talk again after you read the pamphlets she gave you."

"Thank you," he says with a smile as he pulls me towards him and kisses me.

All other thoughts leave my head the second our lips meet. For the moment, nothing else matters and the rest of the world doesn't exist.

Chapter Fourteen

Harrison

"Gabby is in the hospital," Shawn says, his voice trembling.

When Shawn shuffle into the room for our weekly meeting, it was immediately clear that he hasn't been getting much sleep. His eyes are heavy with dark circles and his movements are lethargic. The cheery smile that he usually wears is absent, replaced instead with a look of exhaustion and defeat.

I am taken aback by Shawn's sudden change in behavior. His gaze is fixated out the window, his eyes glistening with tears.

I sit forward in my chair, my heart racing as a million questions flood my mind.

"What happened? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tissue to wipe away his tears. "She started going into labor," he says, "but the doctors were able to stop it. She has preeclampsia." His voice is filled with a kind of fear I'm all too familiar with.

"Oh God," I gasp, feeling a deep empathy for her plight. "That's awful! How far along is she?"

"Seven months," he responds, his voice trembling slightly.

"How are you feeling?" I ask hesitantly, my hand lightly resting on his arm. I can feel the tension radiating off him, and I want to do whatever I can to make this situation easier for him.

His eyes brim with tears as he locks his gaze with mine, desperation evident in the way that he pleads for understanding. "I'm not too concerned about myself now," he whispers.

"Of course not," I respond softly. "What about Gabby? How is she doing?"

My heart breaks for him - the fact that he can sit here and talk to me despite the overwhelming worry he must have for his daughter and unborn grandchild is beyond comprehension. The mere thought of it is impossible for me to fathom.

He smiles sadly, his eyes filled with pain. "I'm doing the best I can to cope. It's hard, but I'm trying my best."

I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. It's none of my business."

"It's okay," he reassures me, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Life doesn’t stop when something like this happens. We have to go about our daily business as usual, but that doesn’t mean that we stop thinking and worrying about our loved ones. In fact, she's been asking about you and Riley. I think she'd like to see you both."

I force a smile, knowing Riley will be worried for Gabby." Riley's been trying to reach her too. Is she doing well enough to have visitors?"

He nods in agreement, a look of relief crossing his face. "Yes, I think she should be well enough for visitors. I'll let her know you are going to stop by. Just keep the visits short for now and let her rest," he says with a reassuring smile.

"We will. I promise," I reply, feeling the weight of this moment.

He stands up, a sense of urgency in his movements. "I know we should b discussing business now, but… I just can’t. That’s what I came to tell you."

"Of course. We can talk about this another time," I say, trying to give him some hope in this difficult situation.

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