Page 48 of Only Ever Mine

Christian smirked. "Stubborn as always."

His smirk faded as he studied me closer. "Are you okay?"

I hesitated. My fingers curled against my lap.Do I tell him?

Not yet.

I managed a small smile. "I will be."

Something flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t push. Instead, he reached across the table, taking my hand.

The warmth of his skin sent a shiver up my spine.

"We’ll get through this," he murmured.

I held his gaze. "I know."

His thumb brushed over my knuckles, and for a moment, the chaos of the night faded into the background.

I wasn’t just fighting for my restaurant.

I was fighting for us.

Later that night, after Christian had gone, I sat in my office, staring at the unopened pregnancy test in front of me.

I already knew the answer.

But seeing it in writing would make it real.

I took a shaky breath, then picked it up.

A few minutes later, the result appeared.

Positive.

Tears burned my eyes, a swirl of emotions crashing through me. Fear. Joy. Panic.

I placed a hand over my stomach, exhaling slowly.

Not yet, Christian. But soon.

Just as I was about to turn off the light, my phone buzzed.

An unknown number.

I frowned, swiping to read the message.

Step back, Scarlett. Or you’ll lose more than your restaurant.

My blood turned to ice.

I stared at the words, dread curling in my gut.

Whoever wanted me to fail wasn’t done with me.

And this time, they were making it personal.