Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy

Chapter 101: Chapter 101 Funny to Know I’d Be an Auntie

Christina’s POV

Niall Granger walked ahead of me, his head bent low examining a stack of hospital-branded papers. Even from behind, that lanky build and those perpetually slumped shoulders were unmistakable.

Beatrice stood beside him, practically glowing. "See? It’s positive! I’m definitely pregnant! Doctor confirmed it."

I glanced at the sign near the stair. Obstetrics and gynecology floor. Well, that explained things.

"Found some entertainment," Akira growled with interest in my mind. "Better than any reality TV show."

My feet moved forward. The corridor had enough foot traffic that I could blend in while trailing them.

Beatrice sounded ecstatic. Niall looked like he’d swallowed something sour.

He flipped through pages with increasing agitation. "How the fuck did this happen? I used protection every single time!"

Several heads turned. On a floor typically filled with joyful tears and sonogram pictures, Niall’s panic stood out ike a fox in a henhouse.

Beatrice noticed the attention and pouted. "Nothing works a hundred percent. Those things only work like ninety percent of the time, you know."

Niall crammed the papers into his coat pocket. "Doctor says your bleeding and cramping are concerning. Called it a threatened miscarriage."

His tone wavered between irritation and relief. "Recommends hospital monitoring."

"I don’t want to stay here," Beatrice whined. "Already missed my France trip. I refuse to be stuck in some hospital room for months."

"So you want to lose the baby?" Niall snapped.

That silenced her.

I should have walked away. Should have minded my own business. But watching my ex-fiancé navigate an unplanned pregnancy with my sister was too deliciously ironic to pass up. Garden exploration forgotten, I followed them discreetly. This drama was too juicy to walk away from.

"Will you stay with me?" Beatrice asked, voice small and vulnerable.

"I’ll visit when possible."

"But I’ll be all alone."

"I’ll get you a nurse."

"Fine." Her tone was disappointed, clearly hoping he’d change his mind and offer some romantic gesture about staying by her side through everything.

He didn’t.

The silence stretched uncomfortably between them. Beatrice kept glancing at him expectantly, probably waiting for him to backtrack and promise to never leave her side. When he just kept walking, her expression soured.

Niall slowed his pace. "Bea."

"Hmm?"

"Are you certain you want to keep it?"

The question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to explode.

Her voice sharpened instantly. "What do you mean ’if I want to keep it’? Of course I do! I—"

"Keep your voice down," Niall hissed, glancing around nervously at the other patients and families in the corridor.

Beatrice stood her ground. "The doctor said abortion now could make having children later difficult. Is that what you want?"

"I never said that," Niall protested, but his tone suggested he’d been thinking it.

"Then we’re keeping the baby. End of discussion."

"I just—"

"Just what?" Beatrice’s voice rose again. "You just wish this never happened? You just wish you could pretend none of this is real?"

Niall’s jaw tightened. "I’m trying to be practical here. We’re not married. Hell, this isn’t exactly ideal timing."

"Well, too bad," Beatrice snapped. "The baby’s coming whether your timing is ideal or not."

She tugged him toward the admission desk, beaming at the nurse. "Hi, we’d like to check in."

Beatrice pulled the results from his pocket. "I need a private room—single, with bathroom. And TV. WiFi. I heard some rooms have minibars?"

The nurse smiled professionally. "Our Director’s Wing includes all that, plus luxury bedding, daily housekeeping, personalized room service, aromatherapy options, and private concierge."

Beatrice’s eyes lit up. "Niall! I want the Director’s Wing."

Niall checked the price sheet and grimaced. "No."

"But I’ve never stayed in one before!"

"You’re pregnant, not terminal. You don’t need that level." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"You think I don’t deserve quality care?"

"That’s not what I said," Niall muttered, massaging his temple. "It’s just unnecessary."

"I disagree."

"Of course you do," he said under his breath.

Beatrice’s eyes flashed dangerously. "Excuse me?"

"Nothing. Forget it."

Niall scowled. "The France tickets, cruise bookings, hotel reservations—none were refundable. I’ve already lost eighty grand because you canceled, and now—"

"I didn’t cancel because I wanted to! I was bleeding and cramping—was I supposed to travel like that?"

Her voice softened, wounded. "I thought you’d understand. Are you blaming me?"

From my spot behind a massive potted fern, I heard Niall’s exhausted sigh as he pinched his nose bridge. "I’m not blaming you. I’m just saying—"

Beatrice clung tighter to his arm. "The doctor said rest and quiet are essential. I’m thinking about the baby. Your baby. Doesn’t that matter to you?"

"Of course it does," he mumbled. "But staying here might not be smart. My parents use this hospital. What if we run into—?"

He scanned the corridor nervously.

That’s when he spotted me.

His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost.

"Busted," I muttered, stepping out from my leafy hiding spot with false confidence.

His gaze darted between me and Beatrice, who was still chatting with the nurse. His entire body tensed, mouth hanging open, suddenly tugging at his tie like it was choking him.

All color drained from his face. He knew I’d heard everything.

"Niall, come on, they’re showing us the—" Beatrice turned mid-sentence, saw me, and instantly clutched his arm tighter like I might reclaim him.

"What are you doing here?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

They spoke simultaneously.

"Were you spying on us?" Beatrice added accusingly. fгeewebnovёl.com

"No," I said flatly.

"Really? What a coincidence." Beatrice patted her stomach meaningfully. "You just happened to be at this hospital, on this floor, today, right when we confirmed the pregnancy?" She emphasized each word slowly. "Who told you? Mom? No way she’s talking to you. Dad? I—"

"Bea!" Niall snapped, face darkening. "We agreed not to tell anyone until—"

She shrugged. "She already knows. She saw us."

"Congratulations," I said dryly. "Funny to know I’d be Auntie. I wasn’t planning to eavesdrop , just passing through."

"You still shouldn’t listen to private conversations," Niall growled, yanking at his tie again.

"This is a public hallway. Want privacy? Don’t broadcast your baby drama at full volume. Just a suggestion."

The nurse at the desk snickered.

Niall opened his mouth, found no comeback, then finally noticed my outfit.

"Wait—you’re a patient? Why?"