Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 659 Gwen's POV "But... me? No... how?" The words didn't fit together. They refused to line up into something my brain could process. Christian let out a soft laugh despite the obvious tension in the room. "I'm pretty sure | don't need to explain the biological details," he said, attempting humor that barely held. | smacked his shoulder lightly, more reflex than anger. "Don't be an idiot," | muttered automatically. Then | corrected myself, because that wasn't the real question. "How do you know and | don't?" | demanded, looking straight at him.

"How is it possible that you know I'm pregnant before | do?" His face turned serious instantly. "They found out during the pre-op exams," he explained, his calm clearly rehearsed. "Before the emergency surgery. It's protocol. Pregnancy test before general anesthesia." ---- He paused. Something heavy crossed his expression. "And since | was the closest relative available at the time, | was the one the doctors informed. | was the one who had to... make decisions." "What decisions?" He dragged a hand over his face. "You were dying, Gwen," he said quietly. "Internal bleeding. Trauma, Fractures.

You needed surgery immediately or you weren't going to survive." He swallowed. "And then they told me you were pregnant. Very early. And that general anesthesia in the first trimester carries high risks. Miscarriage. Complications." My heart felt like it had stopped functioning. "But you were dying," he repeated, and his voice cracked. "So | signed. | authorized it. | signed knowing there was a strong chance the baby wouldn't make it... because the alternative was losing you." His eyes shone, and he blinked fast like emotion was unacceptable.

---- "It was the hardest decision I've ever made." "Christian..." | whispered, and the word sounded like an apology | didn't know how to form. "Nick doesn't know," he added quickly. "No one does. Just me and the medical team. | didn't tell him because, for a while, | thought..." He didn't finish. He didn't need to. | stared at him, trying to assemble logic out of shock. "But you said | am pregnant. Present tense. Not was." He nodded once. "The baby survived," he said, and there was something close to reverence in his voice. "Against every probability. Survived the surgery. The medication.

The law books turned into set dressing. All that existed was that sentence. ---- The baby survived. And then the second wave hit. "Why didn't you tell me afterward?" | asked, still trying to find my footing inside my own body. "Medical protocol," he said. "Even after they confirmed the pregnancy was continuing, it was unstable. High risk in the first

could turn into another trauma. They needed to be sure." The word trauma unlocked something | didn't want unlocked. And suddenly | wasn't in that conference room anymore. | was in another

voice broke. "No. Not again. Please, not again." The panic in his eyes wasn't about the baby. It was about me. He grabbed my hand immediately, firm and warm. "It's okay now," he said, his tone carrying the force of a command to the universe itself. "It's okay, Gwen. You were going to be told at your follow-up appointment." He squeezed my hand harder, like he was anchoring me in place. "The baby

when | was truly breaking. "You're pregnant. And everything is okay. | promise." | collapsed into him. | cried without deciding whether it was fear, relief, joy, or all of it at once, like a storm finally finding somewhere to fall. "!'m pregnant?' | asked against

pregnant?" | felt him nod, his arms tightening. "One hundred percent pregnant," he said softly. "You and Nick are having a baby." The reality settled slowly, like a strong wine warming its way down. Pregnant. With Nick's child. After almost dying. The baby had survived with me. Both of us. ---- | pulled back, wiping my face with the back of my hands ina very undignified way. | took a breath. Then another. Trying to stitch composure back together. I noticed the lawyers watching in respectful silence. "Sorry," | murmured, my voice still shaky. "For the...

"But then..." | began carefully. "Why is this a problem? Why does the pregnancy complicate things legally?" Christian released my hand slowly and stayed quiet. Not because he didn't

child has independent legal rights. Those rights cannot be limited by contracts between adults." Julia continued smoothly. "By law, a child is entitled to a standard of living compatible with the resources of both parents. It's not a spousal right. It's a child's right." Leonardo connected