taking anymore
silly risks with your life or the life of my grandchild.”
I flush. He knows!
“Grace read your chart. She told me. Congratulations.”
“Um . . . thank you.”
He gazes down at me, and his eyes soften, though he frowns at my
expression.
“Christian will come around,” he says gently. “This will be the best thing for
him. Just . . . give him some time.”
I nod . Oh . . . They’ve spoken.
“I’d better go. I’m due in court.” He smiles and rises. “I’ll check in on you later.
Grace speaks highly of Dr. Singh and Dr. Bartley. They know what they’re
doing.”
He leans down and kisses me once more.
“I mean it, Ana. I can never repay what you’ve done for us. Thank you.”
I look up at him, blinking back tears, suddenly overwhelmed, and he strokes
my cheek affectionately. Then he turns on his heels and lea一ves. Oh my. I’m
reeling from his gratitude. Perhaps now I can let the prenup debacle go. My
subconscious nods sagely, in agreement with me yet again. I shake my head
and gingerly get out of bed. I’m relieved to find that I am much steadier on my
feet than yesterday. In spite of Christian sharing the bed, I ha一ve slept well and
feel refreshed. My head still aches, but it’s a dull nagging pain, nothing like
the pounding yesterday. I’m stiff and sore, but I just need a bath. I feel grimy. I
head into the en suite.
“Ana! ” Christian shouts.
“I’m in the bathroom,” I call as I finish brushing my teeth. That 444 | P a g e
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feels better. I ignore my reflection in the mirror. Jeez, I look a mess. When I
open the door, Christian is by the bed, holding a tray of food. He’s
transformed. Dressed entirely in black, he’s sha一ved, showered, and looks
well rested.
“Good morning, Mrs. Grey,” he says brightly. “I ha一ve your breakfast.” He looks
so boyish and much happier.
Wow. I smile broadly at him as I climb back into bed. He pulls over the tray on
wheels and lifts the cover to reveal my breakfast: oatmeal with dried fruits,
pancakes with bacon and maple syrup, orange juice and Tw
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