Page 134 of Billionaire Unbroken - Asher
My gut wrenched.
Under normal circumstances, I’d probably be ecstatic.
I’d want the child that we had made together.
Badly.
But this wouldn’t be a normal pregnancy for her.
There was a damn good chance she could lose this baby and put herself at risk in the process.
“No,” I said hoarsely. “This pregnancy could kill you, Sierra. I’d be happy about this pregnancy if the risks weren’t huge, but that’s not the case. Just the possibly of placental issues scares the hell out of me. You could bleed to death.”
“That won’t happen with careful monitoring,” she assured me.
“What about the risk of uterine rupture?” I said irritably.
“That won’t happen with careful monitoring, either.”
She was bullshitting me, and I knew it.
Even with careful monitoring, shit could happen.
“I’m willing to take the risks, Asher,” she said in a shaky voice. “I want to try to have this child. If I don’t, I’ll never forgive myself, and I’ll have to wonder forever what would have happened if I’d just tried. I won’t be the same woman anymore.”
How in the hell was I supposed to tell her that Iwasn’twilling to take the risks? That I’d never risk her damn life for any reason?
I knew without a doubt that Iwasgoing to support her decision.
Whether I liked it or not.
And I was going to be there if she had to cope with the loss of our child.
It was her body, and no matter how much I wanted to protect her, I wouldn’t be able to watch her live the rest her life miserable and not knowing what could have been.
This would be her only chance to have our child. She’d explained that to me.
I’d have to watch her torture herself withwhat-ifsfor the rest of our lives, and that would definitely kill me.
It was a hell of a position to be in, but I needed to be there to support her.
Deep down, beneath my fear, I wanted this child, too, and Sierra was going to have to believe that and lean on me.
This pregnancy was probably going to take me to hell and back, but I needed to make it as stress-free as possible for her.
“We’re moving,” I grumbled. “I’m renting us a place right next door to the damn hospital.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“No riding for you and no damn cleaning,” I added. “I’ll hire someone to clean. And we’re getting location tracking on our phones.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
I pulled her head back gently to look at her. “Are you going to agree with everything I ask?”
She smiled. “Probably. You supporting me means everything to me. I can compromise or just plain give in on everything else.”
“Believe me,” I said grumpily. “This isn’t easy for me.”
