Page 66 of The Billionaire's Accidental Daddy Duty

None of it mattered—the gossip, the photos, the hashtags. Isla, Joey, and I found our happily ever after. We mostly lived in the States. But every now and then, I tried to pick up projects that landed me in London near Mum, my sister, and her family. We made it work.

“Yeah, that flight home was crazy. I promise, one more week and my work here will be done.”

“I’m not complaining. I love London. Your family is so nice.” She switched her attention to the pub windows as if taking in all the details. “The whirlwind trip was a necessary evil. Harper wanted Joey back. A month in the UK was too long for both of them, I think.”

“I know. Though I’m glad he got to spend a good amount of time with Mum.” I took a spoonful from her plate. “Harper was getting quite annoyed, wasn’t she?”

“Not as mad as she was when she first saw Joey.” She let out aloud laugh. “That was priceless. Her face.”

“Bloody hell, no idea where he picked up the word wanker.” I gave her what I considered my most innocent look.

“Yep, no clue.” She chuckled, then stopped to cover her mouth.

“Are you okay, love?” I took her cold hands in mine.

“Actually. I’m not.” She shot to her feet and ran to the loo.

I chased after her but stopped when she slammed the door in my face. Fuck, did I make her sick by making her try that kidney pie? Not once since I met her had she gotten sick—not even with a common cold. What was this about?

“I’m coming in.” I rapped on the door.

“No. I’m good,” she called from inside. “Just give me a minute.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I pressed my back to the wall and stared at the door. If she didn’t come out soon, I was going to have to go in there. A few beats later, she finally emerged. The usual pink in her cheeks had returned, but she looked so confused.

“What is it?” I closed the space between us.

“I didn’t think this would be possible.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “I mean, I didn’t believe the tests. It makes no sense. How?”

“Slow down, Isla. You’re not making any sense. What’s not possible? Talk to me.”

“Declan.” She met my gaze. “I’m pregnant.”

“Bloody hell.”