Pregnant for the Mafia CEO

Chapter Four: Happy News, Not Happy

Claire.

Three weeks later.

I grunt as I drop the last of Ava's bags. She's leaving the country today, and she looks very busy with the many calls she's been making. I'm waiting outside, next to the Uber she ordered, for her to come outside.

"Do I look okay, Claire?" Her shoulder hit the threshold as she stumbled on her feet on her way outside.

I pity her. "You need to relax."

"When I'm inside the car, I'll do that. I can't forget anything."

"And you didn't. Remember we've been packing your things for three days now. There's no way you've forgotten anything. And yes, you look beautiful." I assure her, and she smiles.

"Aw, I'll miss you." She smells my hair as she hugs me tight, and I tilt my head to the side.

"And don't you do what I wouldn't do."

She laughs there. The driver helps me arrange the bags, so she can enter the backseat. "Oh, please," she chortles, "I'll do a lot of bad things. I'll ride that man's d**k like there's no tomorrow, and I'll enjoy Brazil so much."

I don't know why, but for a split second, I felt dumbfounded. There is Ava, my best friend from college, enjoying her life, but I'm stuck here. Not deliberately, not being enforced, but where could I go? It'll take me years before I can figure out my life. At least, I'm glad that the image of Caleb doesn't frighten me as much anymore.

Speaking of the bastard, he hasn't been able to send me another message anymore. I don't know if he's waiting like the predator that he is or if he's simply unable to hack my new phone.

"Claire," I wake back to reality, blinking profusely as I focus my gaze on Ava. "My workmate speaks about Grey's company. It's the biggest cosmetics company in the city, and, oh, the CEO is a young, handsome man. I'll send you the details later. I hope that gets you doing something that takes your time."

I nod at her, smiling brightly. Once again, she's helping me when she didn't have a reason to. Ava is kind, and I appreciate her in my life.

The engine roars to life, and I watch as they leave the parking space. The car is yet to escape my sight when heaviness swoons me down. I groan and bend down, blowing out air as if it'll release the tension.

Oh, f**k. The headache is back again. Just then, my gut twists, and I run inside the house, heading for the kitchen. Placing my hair out of my face, I vomit into the sink. My stomach is weak by the time I'm done before I drag myself to my room.

Inside my room, I'm standing in front of the mirror. I look fine and healthy, but my head hurts so much from the aches, and my limbs are weak as well. I don't understand why this is happening. Suddenly, the aches flashed again, and I groaned. "Oh, God, I'm going to die."

I pick up my phone and go outside. I use an app on my phone to order a cab and have to wait a few minutes, but the Uber driver arrived.

When he did, I hurried inside the car, "To any nearby hospital, please."

Not long later, I'm standing in front of a hospital, my ears picking up the sounds of vehicles zooming and people chattering in the distance. "Oh, God, whatever is happening, please let it not be what I'm thinking." With that, I head inside.

My blood is boiling inside my skin as I have to wait for my turn. Since it's the weekend, one of the nurses told me that they are short of doctors. There's nothing to do on my phone, so I'm rather tapping my fingers on my feet, as I can't wait to know what's happening to me. The air conditioner didn't do me any good either, as it elevated the chills that are running down my spine.

"Claire, please relax. It can't be what you're thinking. It can't be Caleb. You made sure to be safe. You couldn't be. Not for him. Never." I whisper to myself inaudibly.

I gasp as a hand touches me, raising my gaze. "I have been calling you, Miss Sterling. Please, the doctor will like to see you now."

"Thank you."

I pull myself together before I go inside.

"Please take a seat. What can I do for you, um, Miss Sterling?" Asks the doctor with a thin-lipped smile on her face.

I clear my throat, my heart beating in my sternum like it's about to go into a frenzy. "I've been feeling strange for a while now. I came here to know what's wrong."

"What are your symptoms?"

"Um—well, headaches, weak limbs, my eyeballs—they feel sore and s**t like that." When I raise my gaze at her, her smile broadens. Oh, if she thinks that's going to relax me, it won't.

"A minute, please." She stands up and goes to her drawer. She hands me a plastic bag and instructs. "Please have a bit of your saliva in this. I'll do the rest of the work."

I do as she bids and wait for her next words. "Please, wait here, Miss Sterling."

For the next few minutes that she was away, my skin kept itching. I don't feel good; my conscience is a killer inside my own skin. My organs act like they'll fail at the amount of adrenaline that surges through them. My palms are sweating because I'm worried.

I just want her to tell me that I'll be done, and I can forget all of this and go for that job interview when Ava sends me details. I just want to get my life back. Oh, goodness.

"Your test is done, Miss Sterling." Speaks the doctor as she enters the room again, coming to occupy her seat behind her study table.

I raise my gaze when she passes me my result. "Congratulations, you are pregnant."

I drop the paper in my hands after I've read it, then look at the doctor, praying so much that she'd laugh and tell me that she was kidding.

"No, I can't be. I'm Miss Sterling, not Mrs. Any-s**t!"

"Please, relax, ma'am. I know such news can make you hyperventilate, but..." I stand up, making her shut up. My legs won't stop tapping, so I start to pace around.

"Please tell me this is a joke. Perhaps you mixed my result with someone else's. It can't be mine."

"I'm sorry, Miss Sterling..."

"No, I'm leaving here." I didn't wait a second longer before I bolted out of the door. On the street, I see that the sky is getting darker. I can't even find the energy to order an Uber, so I start to walk. I look like I'm about to die with the way I drag my feet on the street. I feel exhausted all of a sudden. Oh, maybe because I haven't been able to eat since morning. My stomach won't stop turning.

I can't be pregnant for Caleb. It's been almost two months since I escaped his den. It can't be now that I'd be having the symptoms, or could it be? Could it be that it just took sometime before I started feeling the symptoms? Oh, I can't even find the paper anymore to read more about the news. I'm disoriented. Then, my mind sharply drifted to the man from the club.

Could it be him? Why would he even have s*x with a drunk woman? I was heavily high, and I didn't know what I was doing. My mind is telling me that there's a better chance he is responsible. I need to find him and talk to him. He said he's rich, right? Maybe he can take care of the baby.

"No, no, no!" I pull my hair. "I can't do that. I can't be like my mother. My child cannot suffer like I have."

On the street, I'm crying, too weak to continue walking. My phone beeps with a voicemail, and I play it. "Hey, Claire. Guess what? I'm here in Brazil, chilling with my baby. Don't worry, I'll call in the morning. So, about the job, I've sent you the details. Please act cool, and I'm pretty sure you'll get it. Your certificate meets all the criteria. The job interview is this coming Monday. I wish you good luck. I love you, Ava."

I sigh and stand up with a new belief. I just need to get this job; at least I need something to survive life before I worry about finding that man from the nightclub. My baby cannot suffer as much as I have.