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“Me, too,” Wyatt said. I was happy he’d be here with me until he moved on to Hayden or his own work, which also grew since one of his jackets showed up in a popular streaming movie.
We had made it to the fabric department before Wyatt stopped. “So can I ask you about Xander?”
“Please do.”
Xander had been hushed when I asked him about Wyatt.
“He’s très gentil. Sensuel. We talk every day, and FaceTime, but I miss him. Would he come here if I asked him to stay?”
“You mean to live together?” I asked.
We gave the order, and the assistant checked that it came in. He cut what we needed to start our work, then we return to the studio.
“Yes, I want us to live together. I know it’s fast, but he has business here. He loves it here.”
“I believe you should tell him what you want. I know Xander never holds back what he’s thinking. And most of all, he really likes you a lot.”
Wyatt smiled, and his face pinked. “Oh, yes. I know…I like him a lot.” He looked away, and I understood that feeling. I had it for Paul. I’d not known I could have him, but I knew I could love him.
I beamed at him. “I believe it’s a great idea, Wyatt.” And how I would love having Xander here all the time. I missed him.
We returned to our station and started cutting fabric and pinning pieces with other assistants. The samples were coming together. We next went to fix issues on almost completed garments. When we finally went to work on our online catalogue.
Wyatt pieced together his strips of fabrics to make a jumpsuit.
I worked on bringing mixed fabric with knits in a more traditional design of solid dark colors. My designs had changed with the influence around me, but most of all, I saw my happiness reflected in my work. My phone chimed in my purse.
Paul: I’m on the way.
A tingle went through my chest at seeing his message. I glanced at my watch. Five hours had passed, and I hadn’t even noticed. I packed up and kissed Wyatt’s and Tomas’s cheeks before walking outside to the waiting car. Outside, Paul signed autographs and took selfies. I was still in awe of how incredibly gorgeous and sexy he was and that he was mine. He saw me and came forward with his arms open, and I went in and squeezed him. “So, ready to find out?”
I climbed into the back. “Yes, but I’m nervous. What if I’m not pregnant?”
“Then we’ll handle it.” He kissed me.
I nodded and swallowed.
We drove to the clinic and went in through the back door. Dr. Fournier was waiting.
She came forward, and we went inside the room. “I have your records from Doctor Foster in New York. I’m going to examine you and take a blood sample, too, so we have an up-to-date record of your health.”
My pulse quickened, and I went to the bathroom to give the urine sample, which was taken away by a nurse. I finished, took off my dress and put on a gown, then climbed on the table. Paul sat on the chair. When the doctor returned, I placed my legs up in the stirrups, and she examined me. Another nurse come in and took a blood sample.
I sat up, and Paul came to hold my hand. “I feel so nervous.”
“It will be fine.” Paul put on a brave face, but I could feel the tremor in his hand.
I knew I wanted a baby when I lost our first. We had the means and were getting married, but most of all, time was never a promise. My dad was here now, but I didn’t know for how long. I wanted him to hold our baby.
I changed back into my clothes and sat with Paul.
Dr. Fournier returned, and my pulse jumped as Paul stiffened next to me. “Please tell us.”
She broke into a smile. “You are pregnant, Nadia.”
I jumped into Paul’s arms, and he picked me up and turned me around. His eyes shimmered, and I wiped his cheeks and kissed his lips. “You’re going to be a father.”
“I am,” he whispered, his voice faltered. I hugged him tighter, thinking of the anguish he shared when he realized Aubrey wasn’t ready for a child. He was so hurt, and I hope in time we’d heal that wound in his spirit.
