Chapter 409
Gabrielle's questions caught Harrison off guard.
Truthfully, she hadn't fully decided what to do about the baby yet.
Her fingers brushed lightly over her still-flat abdomen. The weight of the decision pressed down on her. The thought of termination was unbearable. This wasn't just Nathaniel's child—it was hers too.
If Nathaniel didn't want this baby, did that mean she shouldn't either?
Gabrielle broke the silence. "Harrison, if you want to keep it, then keep it. Financially, we're more than comfortable. Single motherhood is becoming quite common these days. Honestly, if Mr. Falcon doesn't want involvement, even better. We'll cut him out completely and raise this baby ourselves. I'll be the godmother!"
Rosalind nodded in agreement. Though Nathaniel was her cousin, Harrison had made her wishes clear—no disclosure about the pregnancy. Rosalind respected that boundary completely.
Harrison always weighed her decisions carefully. Whatever choice she made would be the right one.
"I'll be godmother too," Rosalind added with a grin. "No father? No problem. This kid will have three mothers. And let's be real—while Mr. Falcon might be emotionally unavailable, genetically? That's premium stock. Imagine a baby with your looks and his... everything. Future CEO material."
Gabrielle nodded enthusiastically. "Remember that viral story about the heiress who married that Stanford PhD? Spent forty million on him just to get pregnant, then divorced him immediately. Basically purchased elite genetics. You're getting that for free. Definitely keep it."
With both friends' encouragement, Harrison felt the tension in her chest ease.
Financial stability wasn't an issue. Early motherhood actually aligned with her life goals.
She nodded decisively. "Alright. I'm keeping the baby."
Rosalind immediately swapped Harrison's wine glass for milk. "You're our VIP now. Pregnant woman privileges."
Gabrielle winked. "Honestly, having Nathaniel's baby is a power move. Those genes? Top tier. And I bet his bedroom skills match."
Harrison choked on her milk, spraying it across the table. She shot Gabrielle a glare, though her lips twitched with suppressed laughter. "Just eat your food."
Gabrielle shrugged, dropping a plump shrimp into Harrison's bowl. "You've changed, Harrison. We used to share everything. Now you're holding out on the juicy details about Mr. Falcon."
Harrison sighed dramatically. "Fine. He's... exceptional."
Both friends gasped theatrically. Rosalind added, "Obviously. Wouldn't have gotten you pregnant so fast otherwise."
Harrison rolled her eyes, but their teasing had lifted her spirits. The anxiety about her decision had melted away.
"All that spicy food? Definitely a girl," Gabrielle declared with a knowing smile.
They launched into guessing the baby's gender.
Harrison's eyes sparkled. "Doesn't matter—boy or girl, I'll love them equally. But if it's a girl..." She trailed off with a soft smile. She'd always dreamed of a daughter.
Rosalind grinned. "A little girl would be adorable. All soft and sweet. Nathaniel would probably melt. Too bad he won't get to see it."
Gabrielle raised her glass. "To Harrison—soon-to-be most glamorous single mother in Willowbrook!"