Free The Russian's Pregnant Mistress by Elizabeth Lennox Page B

he snapped, his jaw clenching with fury at the idea of her getting rid of his child. “You’re not aborting this baby, Gabriella!”
    Gabby’s head spun around and she gasped, horrified by his words. “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her hand covering her stomach protectively. She didn’t even like the word spoken around her child!
    His eyebrows were drawn low over his eyes as his fury ruled his mind. And his fear that she would harm his child. “The doctor? You’re seeing my doctor and I’m going to make sure that the baby is healthy!”
    She stood up and squared off as she faced him. “I’m seeing my doctor, the same woman I’ve been seeing since I was sixteen years old, and I will be the one to make sure this baby is healthy!”
    Damon’s hands were already on his hips and he wondered where this was going, livid that she was fighting him on this issue. “You’re going to see a specialist in London.”
    She poked him in the middle of his chest to emphasize her point, refusing to back down now that she knew about this child. All of her protective instincts, feelings she’d never knew existed inside of her, were coming out and overwhelming her. “I’m seeing the doctor I’m comfortable with and can talk about any issues I might have so that she can reassure me that everything is going to be okay!” Gabby wasn’t going to back down on this issue and she refused to be intimidated by his anger or his size. He could be a big, mean brute to anyone he wanted to, but he needed to leave that out of this relationship. Such as it was, she thought sadly. Their relationship was one of the weakest she’d ever heard of. Spending one weekend with the man, getting pregnant, now fighting over the doctor who was going to help them deliver this baby was not a good start to whatever affiliation they might have in the future.
    “I need to make sure this baby is going to survive, Gabriella. You’ll see the specialist in London. He’s very good.”
    Gabby took a deep breath and shook her head, pushing her curls out of her eyes and trying to calm down. This was crazy. They both obviously were both struggling with new emotions, and a huge amount of fear, at least on her side. She had to help him see reason. “How about if we compromise? I’ll see my doctor for this baby, but if she finds any complications, we’ll go to your specialist in London. Does that work for you?” That actually comforted her as well, knowing that he had the resources to ensure the baby’s health as much as humanly possible. The rest, and the bulk of the baby’s life, rested in God’s hands but she was more than willing to do anything she could to help. She wasn’t going to simply dig her heels in out of spite. If the man knew of someone who could help in a crisis, she’d beg him for the assistance.
    Damon wanted to fight her on this, but he knew that there were limits to what he could force her to do. And her compromise on the doctor was probably a good one. He didn’t want to force her to see a medical professional she didn’t feel comfortable talking with. If there was a problem, he wanted her to know she could talk openly and freely with whoever was examining her. Their baby’s life might depend on her ability to be comfortable with her care giver.
    With a deep breath, he decided to accept her offer, as long as she didn’t do anything to stop this pregnancy. He could be there for every doctor’s visit and one of his body guards could shadow her all other times to make sure she didn’t visit a clinic that could stop this pregnancy. “I’ll agree to that with a few conditions.”
    Her anger dissipated and wariness took its place. “What conditions?” she asked, nervous about anything he might demand. She thought back to the night they’d first met. She’d put conditions on just having a drink together so she was wary of anything he might put out there now when a baby was the issue.
    “You move in with me immediately. I