Her Swedish Billionaire's Baby: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance For Adults (11 page)

“
THIS
IS NOT A HUSTLE!” Samara found herself shouting.

“
Sure
it isn’t. Whatever you need to tell yourself. Either way, I’m
here to provide guidance.”

“
I
don’t need your kind of guidance Dad. Please go away.”
This time Samara
did
push past him.

“
Whoa!
What’s with all the aggression little girl?” Chris asked.

“
I
need you to leave old man. Now!” Samara shouted, slamming the
door in his face.

“
Ookay,”
Chris said quietly before he made his way to the ‘borrowed’
Subaru he was driving. This was just step one; he would get her to
see things his way in the end.

*****

Samara sighed in
relief as she walked through the front door, releasing Bear from her
leash so she could run into the house. Samara had quickly come to
love Bear, and she enjoyed playing, cuddling, and overall spending
time with the energetic puppy. Especially on days like these where
everything seemed to just weigh on her.

She’d called
Alison as soon as she was in the house, demanding answers about her
dad and her sister had told her about the TMZ article. It wasn’t
the worst thing that could have happened; but it was damned close.
She didn’t know if she should just fess up to Professor Zhang
now or ignore the whole thing and hope for the best.

Samara set the leash
down on the little table in the entrance, walking into the living
room she collapsed on the couch. A nap was just what she needed right
now. A good, long nap. Samara closed her eyes, letting sleep quickly
over come her.

Samara's eyes shot
open, quickly rolling off the couch she made her way as fast as her
pregnant body would let her to the bathroom, hand clasped over her
mouth. Dropping to her knees in front of the toilet Samara threw up
the contents of her stomach.

Once she was done,
she shakily stood up, rinsing her mouth and splashing some cold water
on her face. It was strange, she didn't really have morning sickness
anymore, but for the past few days she had suddenly been getting sick
more, as well as it felt like the energy was just being drained from
her, more so than it had been before. She just didn't feel good
overall, she was just constantly tired, and weak. No matter how much
she slept, she just woke up tired. She figured it was just from the
pregnancy, lots of expecting parents had a rough patch in their
pregnancy, she had read about it. Just one point in your pregnancy
that seemed to take more out of you than any other part. Sighing
Samara walked out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen to start
making supper.

The next day Samara
woke up to morning sickness. Once she stood up to rinse her mouth out
she had to suddenly grasp the bathroom counter as a wave of dizziness
overtook her. Taking deep breaths, she sat down on the toilet seat,
waiting for the dizziness to pass; once it had, Samara stood up,
rinsed out her mouth, and made her way downstairs to make herself
some breakfast, do some work, then take Bear out for a walk.

Honestly, she knew
she shouldn't probably be taking Bear on walks, not alone and away
from home; not with potential paparazzi, errant fathers and
vindictive baby daddies about, but she needed to get out of the
house, needed the fresh air and exercise.

Samara instantly
regretted the decision when a wave of dizziness overtook her, so
strong her vision started spotting. Sitting down carefully on the
grass Samara took deep breaths, willing herself not to pass out.
There was no one around, not at this time of the day. Everyone was at
work, if she passed out there probably wouldn't be any help. Once she
was able to see without spots in her vision or feeling like she was
going to pass out, Samara stood up carefully. Bear was nudging her,
clearly concerned about her owner. Samara patted the pup, reassuring
her.

Once she was standing
up fully Samara steadied herself, glad the dizziness was gone. In
it's wake though it had left a massive headache. It felt like
jackhammers were going off in her head. Clenching her eyes shut
Samara righted herself before opening them and heading back home
immediately.

Once she was through
the front door, Samara let Bear off her leash, heading for her and
Alison's room. Glancing at the bedside clock once she laid down on
her and Alison's bed Samara groaned, it was already too late to start
supper. Hopefully Alison would be willing to order out. At the moment
though, Samara didn't feel hungry at all. The only thing she wanted
to do was sleep.

Samara jerked awake,
feeling a hand gently shaking her. Turning her head slightly she was
able to see her sister looking at her concerned. Alison was saying
something but Samara was still too much asleep and out of it to
understand. Instead she mumbled a slurred "I'm fine," and
"order yourself something, not hungry" before she fell
asleep; ignoring her sister's concerned voice.

Later that night
Samara rolled into Alison's warm, comforting embrace. Happy that
Alison didn't try to talk to her, and simply went to sleep. Samara
was still to tired for any sort of conversation.

The next morning
Samara woke briefly, just enough to feel Alison's lips on her
forehead, and her sister whispering a soft "I love you"
before she fell asleep again.

Heat,
cold. How can those two things mix? Heat and cold aren't suppose to
mix, aren't to be together. Flashes of pain. Lighting, some sort of
light. Someone was laughing, she knew that laugh. She had spent years
listening to that laugh. Listening as it talked to her, yelled and
insulted her, tried to beat and break her down in every physical and
psychological way possible. It couldn't be though. She was at home,
she was with Alison. She was at her and Alison's home, pregnant with
her first child.
H
e
couldn't be here. There? Was there a
"there?"

The only time cold
and heat mixed so well was when she was in the Cadillac, surrounded
by the heat blasting from the a/c as cold air seeped in under the
door, probably sulking from another scolding from her dad. By the one
who was cold. She couldn't be in the Cadillac though. She was free.
She was free...she was free.... Was she?

Suddenly Samara
screamed, as pain erupted from her body. She couldn't open her eyes,
couldn't see what was happening to her. God, did she even have eyes?
Had they already been removed? In that moment there was nothing else
but pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. It was the everything, the only thing she
knew. The pain, hammering behind her eyes, white flashes through her
head. Heat, pain, God the sweltering heat, the brushes of cold.

Gasping Samara
blinked her eyes open rapidly, looking to the digital clock, nearly
two in the afternoon. Pain hit her. She had a massive headache, the
pain was nearly unbearable. Rolling out of bed she almost collapsed
from dizziness, placing her hand to her head to try and put pressure,
try and ease the pain, stop the dizziness; she realized that there
was heat on her hand. Focusing she realized it was from her, she was
burning up. Stumbling to the bathroom Samara put all her weight down,
balancing on the counter. Her vision was spotting, she could hardly
think from the pain.

She heard her father
laughing at her, laughing at how weak she was, how pathetic. Samara
tried to turn, get to the phone, get help. Alison. She had to call
Alison. Alison. She couldn't think; vision blacking. Samara gasped
for breath, feeling like she was drowning. She was drowning, she
couldn't breath. She couldn't breath. Her knees gave out suddenly,
falling.

Blackness was taking
over, suffocating her. Samara couldn't think, it was just pain.
Laughing. Her vision blurry, blacking, she saw a face looming over
her. Grinning down at her, mocking her. Bjorn. Samara curled in on
her stomach, hardly able to think, to focus, but knowing, protect the
baby. She couldn't feel anything suddenly, as the darkness overtook
her.

*****

She came to in an
ambulance with Amy at her side, talking sharply to the paramedics in
that imperious tone that she could command sometimes. Samara tried to
speak but found that she couldn’t so she tried lifting her
head.

“
Lie
back down miss. Lie back. Everything is fine. All is well; no sudden
movements please,” one of the medics said. He had the most
piercing gray eyes she’d ever seen and she just wanted to stare
into them and forget. She frowned, feeling that something was wrong
with that. The eyes shouldn’t be gray. They should be violet…

*****

“
Hello?”

“
Mr
Fredriksen?”

“
Yes,
this is he.”

“
I’m
calling for Amy Whitaker. She asked me to tell you that there was an
emergency with your baby…?”

Samara...

He was already out
the door. His assistant asking what was happening and not getting a
response.

“
Who?”

“
She’s
unconscious. The emergency team on site was barely able to understand
the problem, Mr Fredriksen.”

“
I’m
on my way.”

Why didn’t he
bring the Ducati? It would be quicker than the car. He needed to make
sure this was not some sort of prank or ruse however.

“
Samara,”
he talked to the car phone system.

He heard the dialing
tones and almost immediately “The person you are trying to
reach has the phone disconnect or is out of reach.”

He was getting
increasingly worried.

Bjorn breathed
deeply. Samara was at the Hospital. He pressed the accelerator a bit
deeper as he got his assistant up to speed.

“
I’m
on my way, Sir. Meet you there.”“Hi. I’m Bjorn
Fredriksen someone called me?”

“
Hello.
It was me. Your friend is in emergency surgery right now. The doctor
will talk to you as soon as they finish.”

“
What
happen?”

“
Only
thing I know is that she had a pregnancy related emergency.”

He walked into the
waiting room but he couldn’t sit down, he just kept passing
while calling his lawyer.

“
Demerle.”

“
Bjorn
Fredriksen. What can I do for you today?”

“
Samara…”
his voiced faltered enough for Demerle to understand that this wasn’t
the regular kind of call he got from Bjorn.

“
What’s
wrong with Samara?”

“
She
had some sort of emergency, I don’t know any details but…
she’s in surgery now. Can you…”

“
I
will get the details, Bjorn.” He promised.

“
Thank
you.”

He looked out into
the city and found that in that moment the only thing that mattered
was out of his reach on a surgical bed fighting for her life.

*****

“
Sir?”

Bjorn nodded at Inga
like he had done a thousand time but she could feel it was different
this time.

“
How
is she?”

“
She’s
in surgery. I didn’t see her yet.”

“
Are
you sure it’s her?”

“
Yes.”

She held him tight
once more. “I’m sure she will be okay, Sir. She’s
strong.”

Bjorn curiously felt
a lump in his throat. He was glad Inga was here with him.

“
Come,
let’s sit down.”

“
I
can’t, I just…”

“
Bjorn.”

“
Alison?
And Chris? Khaled?”

“
I
called them since they’re next of kin and nobody had thought
to.”

“
And
we came as soon as Inga hung up. We may have our differences Bjorn
but it’s Samara.”

He didn’t care
about their differences, about the battle ahead, he cared that Samara
was going to be alright.

“
Thank
you.”

Chris just nodded
before sitting in a chair right by Alison’s side.

“
How
is she?”

Inga answered for him
and he was grateful for that.

“
She’s
in surgery.”

Bjorn’s phone
rang it was Kennedy.

“
Demerle.”

“
Bjorn,
I don’t have good news…” he had to sit, now he had
to sit for his legs could no longer hold him “... the
information I have is that the doctors have categorized her as being
in critical condition but cannot identify the source of the problem.”
His lawyer didn’t tell Bjorn that the paramedics on site were
surprised to know she was still alive.

“
Thank
you Demerle.”

He blanched, fighting
actual tears. He couldn’t understand his reactions at all.

“
Sir?”

“
It
was Kennedy. I ask him to get more information about Samara’s
condition.”

Chris wished he
hadn’t but he understood Bjorn’s need to know.

“
It’s
not good.”

Inga moved to the
chair beside him and sighed in sympathy folding her hands in self
comfort as she watched him swallow his emotion, eyes covered by both
his hands.“Mr Fredriksen?”

He stood up. The
doctor was standing at the door with a serious look in his face.

“
I’m
Bjorn Fredriksen.”

The doctor smiled and
Bjorn felt relief filling him.

“
I
understand you are the baby’s father? You’ll be glad to
know we’ve stabilized the mother. She’ll stay in ICU for
the night and we’ll see how it goes in the morning.”

“
May
I see her?”