Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 116- Gordon Ramsay's London Cuisine

Sunday, July 21st, 2013

It takes me a while to consider standing up from the bathroom floor, but Gordon doesn't seem to mind waiting as he holds me in his arms.

I slowly turn to face Gordon in disbelief. "Are you... do you really... am I...?"

"We can't know for sure yet, love. Since we'll be in London shortly, I'll see if I can get a test for you. It likely won't be today, however. It isn't like I can walk up to a teller and buy a test without raising eyebrows, yeah?" He says with a smile.

"That makes sense," I say, resting my head against his chest. Could I really be pregnant? After all Gordon had said about being infertile, I thought it wouldn't ever happen with him, no matter how badly I wanted it. But pregnancy doesn't just appear the day after having sex with someone who's fertile... right? And even if Abel didn't pull out on time on Friday, that was still only three days ago.

There are so many questions and no actual way to get answers, and I may not even know if I'm pregnant at all for some time. How am I supposed to concentrate on cooking when I don't know if I'm potentially carrying a baby? Would I do any better if I knew? Now, not only will I have two handsome men to distract my thoughts, but a potential life inside me.

I sure hope Gordon doesn't have anything too crazy planned for our time in London, but deep down I know he always has something wild up his sleeve.

Abel appears in the doorway midway through my thoughts, looking worried.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" He asks, kneeling down.

I nod, smiling at how sweet his concerned face looks.

"I finished your new breakfast if you still feel like-" he starts.

"(Y/N) might be pregnant," Gordon interrupts, beaming.

"I-" Abel halts his sentence, his eyes flicking to my stomach. "Really?"

"Either that or I suddenly hate bacon, and I know that's not the case," I try to respond jokingly, but my voice is tinged with nervousness. Sure, Abel said he'll still be there if I get pregnant by Gordon... but now that that might be the case, is that how he will continue to feel?

When his eyes meet mine again, the soothing calmness of his gaze and his genuine smile catch me off-guard. "Well, I'll have to be sure to avoid cooking with bacon until you can eat it again. I don't want you to get sick. When can we know?"

"I'm going to try to get a test for her by tomorrow," Gordon responds.

My nerves abate, making space for giddiness. Abel seems at ease, even excited by the prospect. I reach out an arm and pull Abel into me, squeezing myself between the two of them.

We stay there for a while before Gordon speaks, his voice muffled by my embrace. "Darling, you should eat. There are only twenty minutes left until we land, give or take."

"What time is it, even?" I ask, unsure of the time zone differences.

"It's 2:50pm in London. Quite the odd time to have breakfast, but better late than never, yeah?" Gordon jokes.

I nod, and the two of them help me from the floor, even though I'm feeling better than fine at this point. We head to the table and finish breakfast together. After we finish eating, a voice comes over the speaker announcing our imminent descent and that we should put on our seat belts.

I take a seat in a luxurious chair and buckle myself in, taking a moment to look out the window. The river Thames catches my eye as it winds through the center of London, bridges frequently spanning across its length. Tall steeples stand out among crowded, shorter buildings in muted hues of red, giving a homely feel–nothing like the steel gray cities I'm used to seeing in the United States.