Contract Pregnancy with the Billionaire

Chapter 8: New Amsterdam Private Hospital

A minutes later, we were seated in a much better car than the one that had brought me to his house. I tried not to be too salty about it, after al, it was his money, he was allowed to be more lavish with it on himself than others.

There were two drivers in the front, and a black screen between us and the drivers.

We were being followed by another car, carrying his personal guards, and another car would be in the front of us. All of the cars were unmarked.

I was sure the car was bullet proof. But then again, I hadn't really expected anything less.

And I would feel slightly out of place, but I had seen the cars going into the New Amsterdam hospital before, and I knew we would just blend right in. There was no doubt that the wealthy were cared more for in this world, they had the money to afford it.

Any other time, I would have been angry about it. But this time, I found myself feeling a little differently about it. This money and this exclusive hospital was going to be for the baby that would grow inside of me. A newborn that would get the very best care in the world.

And though I knew that it wasn't fair, that every baby deserved that level of care, I was at least grateful that this child would get it. Even if it wasn't mine.

Of all the things I had seen Jacob Greyson spend money on so far, this was something that I knew was worthy of every penny.

We'd been driving for a few minutes, when I thought of something.

“You egg donor," I started, turning slightly to him in the car. “Why can't she carry the baby to term?"

It wasn't an attempt to get out of my contract, it was a genuine curiosity. I thought of telling him that, but I doubt that he was thinking I was trying to get out of the contract. It was far too late for something like that, now.

Jacob didn't answer immediately, and I took in his profile again for a moment. He looked very different in real life than he did in the pictures. He looked calmer, somehow, and even more in control. The pictures absolutely did not do him justice.

But he didn't look like he usually did right now. Now, he wore a look of uncertainty, and there was a hint of fear on his face. This looked like it was something not only important to him, but almost like the only area that he was desperate for everything to go right in, and so far, that hadn't happened.

I knew that if a photographer could capture him in this moment, they would show a side to him that I was willing to bet only a handful of people must have seen. He looked so much more human, and I was sure that everyone would think he looked so much more handsome.

“We tried," Jacob admitted, sighing, his face fell a little. “With a good couple of implants for a good couple of months. Sometimes the egg just wouldn't take, and sometimes she managed to carry for a few weeks, but then it would just die in the end. She has a hostile uterus, so she can't carry my child, or any child, to term."

For a moment, I was taken aback by the look on his face. It was such an open look of sadness, a clear weakness in him that I had thought just hadn't existed. I would never have thought that the great Jacob Greyson would be so undone by the simple struggle of trying to have a child.

“Oh," I murmured, suddenly understanding why he had refused to let me out of the contract. He had been trying for too long to just give up now. But there was still something that didn't quite make sense. “And how do you know mine will be any better?"

“The chances of any woman having a hostile uterus is only at twenty percent," Jacob explained. “But even still, I'm just trusting and hoping that you're the right person for this."

I stared at him. Was this the man that claimed absolutely everything had a science behind it, that every disease could be cured, every imperfection corrected?

I would at least have assumed that the Fertility Clinic would have done tests, and they would have told him that I was a genetic match. I would assume that he couldn't afford to chance something like that, not after he had been searching for so long.

“The great Jacob Greyson, just trusting and hoping?" I asked, arching an eyebrow.

I couldn't believe that this was the same person that the world thought of as so cold and calculating. I couldn't believe that this was the same person that I had thought didn't have a heart.

“I know," Jacob admitted with a smile. “But what else can I do? Its all that's left."

I didn't know what else to say to him after that. He sounded so dejected and so hopeful at the same time. He was open and honest, and I had no idea what to do with that.

If he had been anyone else, I would have comforted him. But I couldn't bring myself to do that. So I simply sat back in my seat, quiet, as I realized that even with all of the wealth in the world, there were still some things that were beyond even his reach.

Not long after, the car pulled into the hospital, taking us right to the door. Jacob didn't wait for the driver to open the door, and instead opened it himself and got out. He then reached back in and helped me out of the car, taking my hand.

I felt a shock go through me as his skin touched mine, and I fought back a shiver. But ours met as I climbed out with his help, and I knew that he had felt it too.

We were immediately flanked by body guards, and there was no time to dwell on what had just passed between us. The bodyguards quickly guided us straight to the entrance.

And drivers went to park the cars.

Once we were inside the hospital, the body guards left us at the reception desk, and went to sit in the waiting rooms. New Amsterdam Private Hospital catered to the wealthy, those people who needed body guards on the daily, and so every measure was taken to guarantee safety at the hospital.

And so, the personal body guards weren't needed further than the front desk.

A doctor came up to meet us almost immediately, before we even made it to the receptionist's desk.

“Mr Greyson, Miss Smith, I'm Doctor Meredith Tate, so lovely to meet you both." Dr. Tate shook both of our hands warmly, and nodded behind her, “If you'll follow me to my office, we can get started immediately."

The doctor lead us down a hall, to a private office, making small talk as she went. She opened a door to a corner office, and allowed us to step inside first.

There was a small table, with a tea pot and tea cups and an assortment of fresh fruits and biscuits. Jacob waited for me to sit down first, and then seated himself. He immediately reached for the tea pot and started pouring.

I couldn't help but notice how familiar he seemed in the hospital, then I remembered he'd said he'd been doing this for years already, and I felt a slight pang of sadness for him. This couldn't be easy, to be going through this process so many times.

But then I remembered Blaire, and my empathy passed. And then I felt a little guilty, too. It was the first time that I was thinking of her today. But everything had just been such an insane whirlwind, I hadn't been able to think of anything at all.

I would go and visit her again later, once all of this was done. And I would explain everything to her. I knew that if she had been alive, she would have understood why I was doing what I was doing.

And I knew that if I had been the one that had died, she would have done everything she could to get justice for me. She had only been so little, but I knew that she would have grown up to be brave, and strong. And she would have had a strong sense of right and wrong.

Jacob poured a cup of tea and handed it to me, but I just shook my head at him, refusing to look at him. There was no amount of kindness that he could do that would undo what he had done to Blaire. And I refused to fall for any sadness that he could show. He deserved everything that he got.

And I felt my heart flutter just a little in protest at my thoughts.