Maks out of her apartment nine weeks before.
She loved him and saying the words had only made that knowledge more awful to bear when she’d realized there was no way he returned the feelings.
She’d thought she had a really persistent flu for the last few weeks, and frankly hadn’t much cared. If her grandparents hadn’t come into town for a visit, Gillian might well not have realized she was pregnant until she started showing.
But Nana had been very upset when she’d gotten Gillian to admit she had felt lethargic and nauseated for weeks. Though she’d only thrown up a few times.
According to Gillian’s doctor, she was lucky in that. The woman had also evinced surprise at Gillian not realizing there was even a possibility she was pregnant.
After all, she hadn’t had a period in three months, but then Gillian’s cycle had never been regular. Skipping a month was not unusual.
Compromised fallopian tubes, but they weren’t compromised enough. Not only had Gillian managed to fall pregnant the one and only time she’d ever made love without a condom, but she’d been in the wrong part of her cycle for it to happen, too.
It was a miracle really.
She wondered if Maks would see the baby growing inside her that way? Most likely not. He’d walked away from her much too easily to be pleased when she popped up before him, carrying his child.
Would he even believe her that the baby was his? She wasn’t risking miscarriage doing an amniocentesis for the DNA test.
No way was she.
If he had doubts about his fatherhood, he could wait until after the birth to assuage them.
As much as they would undoubtedly love the baby when it was born, Gillian’s pregnancy wasn’t going to make her grandparents happy. They firmly believed sex and pregnancy belonged within the bounds of marriage.
It only took a second to consider before she knew hiding her condition from them for the few days they were supposed to be in Seattle would be the best course of action.
There was a twenty percent chance this pregnancy wouldn’t make it past the first trimester. Gillian wasn’t telling anyone about it until she’d made it past that important time marker.
Which meant she’d better turn in an Academy Award nominee worthy performance of a woman feeling one hundred percent better. Or her grandparents wouldn’t be leaving town and heading for Canada the middle of next week as planned.
She would tell them her doctor said she was a little run down and needed to take better vitamins. It was the truth, if not the whole truth. Gillian’s GP had prescribed gummy prenatal vitamins, which were supposed to be easier on her sensitive stomach, and folic acid for improved fetal development.
She’d also suggested an iron supplement because Gillian’s levels were on the low end. That, at least, was a better explanation of her fatigue than the one she’d come up with on her own.
Missing Maks was exhausting.
Her grandparents would have no trouble accepting that Gillian wasn’t feeling completely up to par in general. They believed the breakup had taken its toll on Gillian’s health and hadn’t hesitated to say so. Gillian had reminded them that most women had their heart broken at least once by the time they were her age.
Many had even been married and divorced by the age of twenty-six.
Nana had harrumphed and commented several times that she thought, “That young man had a lot to answer for.”
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