Page 37 of Working For A Billionaire

"Preeclampsia?" She sounds almost panicked.

"Yeah. It's a condition that affects pregnant women. The doctor said they caught it early so hopefully there won't be any long-term effects."

"Oh my God, are you serious?" She asks, looking very concerned.

"Don't worry. She is doing better. Shawn said she has been asking about you. Do you want me to take you to see her? Shawn said she probably wants to see you."

"Can we go right now?" she asks.

"Of course."

Riley walks out of the nursery and I follow close behind her. She looks worried and anxious as we walk down the stairs but doesn't say a word. I wonder if telling her was the right thing to do, but it doesn't seem right to keep it from her.

Chapter Fifteen

Riley

My heart is racing as we walk down the empty hallway, looking for room 633. My footsteps echo around us. I look up at Harrison who is focused on the numbers above the doors as we pass.

"This is it," he says, stopping in front of a room at the end of the hall. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am just worried about Gabby."

Harrison squeezes my hand and offers a comforting smile then pushes open the door. The curtain is pulled around the room, blocking our view of anyone inside.

"Gabby?" I say softly so I don't startle her.

"Riley?" She responds in a low, weak voice. A wave of emotion floods through me, leaving tears springing to my eyes. I can’t believe this is happening. All I can do is pray that she in the baby will be okay. Harrison pulls open the curtain, revealing a weak and scared Gabby, lying in her hospital bed with machines all around her.

She has tubes snaking into her arms, monitors beeping steadily beside her bed, wires attached to her chest to monitor her vital signs. Her face is pale and tired, making me worry that she hasn’t slept since she got here.

"I am so glad you came," she whispers, reaching out to touch my arm.

"Of course," I reply, pulling the chair over next to the side of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

She looks away from me, shaking her head. "Like crap. I have been stuck in this stupid bed for days now. I feel exhausted from being awake all night and day long."

"How's the baby doing?"

"She is fine. My blood pressure just got too high," she replies quickly. "The doctors said everything looks good now. They think they might let me go home tomorrow."

We sit in silence, listening to the beeps of the monitors. It reminds us of something bad, something that can sneak up on you and make everything bad. We hear a nurse call out from down the hall. She walks back and forth between rooms, checking on patients. I watch her as she moves around the room, taking vitals and writing things down. She seems to know exactly what she is doing without any input needed.

"Do you need anything?" I ask Gabby.

"No, thank you. But would you mind telling her that I would really like some ice cream? And that I'm craving cookies and milk too."

"I'll tell them," I answer, looking up at Harrison who shrugs his shoulders. He sits in the chair next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze.

"You stay and talk for a little while," he says. "I'll talk to the nurse."

"Okay, thanks."

"I am glad you and the baby are doing okay," he says to Gabby before leaving the room to find the nurse.

"Thank you," she answers, turning to look at me. "For coming."

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