The Billionaire is the Father

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"Oh My. You finally took it." The middle-aged woman gives me an amused laugh. I can’t help but blush at how stupid I might have seemed. "No need to be embarrassed, dear. Cravings are normal for pregnancy." WHAT!

"I’m not pregnant. In fact, I came for these." I showed her the pads, and she gave me an apologetic smile. "Oh dear! This is the first time I've been wrong. Sorry to assume." I only give her a small smile as I take the packed bag after paying.

I feel the pain in my stomach again, and I hurry to the house to get some painkillers, but while I try opening the door, I see a lot of blood. I touched the blood and raised it. No, period blood doesn’t look like this. The pain came back, and I clutched my stomach painfully.

I let out a small cry, and the next minute I felt someone’s hand trying to pick me up, even though I tried to protest. I am placed inside a car, and I feel it move, but I am in too much pain to question the person.

After a while, that feels like days to me. I see some nurses trying to get me out of the car on a stretcher, and that is when I allow the darkness to consume me.

I hear some beeping next to me. I try opening my eyes, but the room is filled with bright light, so I have to shut my eyes first before trying to open them again. After my mission was successful, I noticed I was in a white room. A hospital room. I have different tubes stuck to my body. I look around and see a man sleeping on the couch, which doesn’t seem too comfortable.

A nurse comes in with some medicine and syringes on a tray. "I see you are awake. How do you feel? Any pain?" I try talking, but my throat seems dry, which she notices and pours some water into a cup with a straw and puts the straw in front of my lips. "This happens since you haven’t been talking for a day or eaten anything." So I've been here for a day. I nodded at her. She seems nice.

"I only have this headache, though it is not so bad, but I could use some painkillers." We talk a bit, and the man stirs, and I know we have woken him up. He comes to the side of my bed. My eyes widen a bit when I realize it is Mr. Brown. My neighbor never talks to me.

"Mr Brown." I say it like a statement. I give him a confused look since I don't understand what he's doing here.

"You are awake. I found you crying in front of your door, and you were bleeding." It was him! I felt like I was being picked up, but I was in too much pain to notice who it was. Then everything comes back to me.

"Why was I bleeding?" "Did the doctor say anything?"

Mr. Brown lets out a sign and passes his hands down his face. He really looked good now that I really looked at him. He has brown curly hair that looked so messy, though it was styled with gel as always. He had a deep set of blue eyes that reminded me of something or someone I couldn’t place my finger on. He always has this serious face that makes him look somewhat arrogant. Another arrogant face that I met recently comes to me, and I roll my eyes. I look at Mr. Brown and see him give me a confused face, and I remember rolling my eyes at him.

"Sorry. Your face just reminded me of someone." I gave him a smile. He only nods. "I think I’ll have the doctor talk to you. And by the way, I know nobody you are close with, so I wrote my name as a cousin." What? Why would he do that? We barely even talk. I thank him before he leaves for the doctor.

I sit back on the bed and try to relax since my muscles are so stiff. I think about how Mr. Brown is I never expected him to act this way. I don’t even know his first name! This is the second time he's saved me in a short span of time, even though we never talk. He is so private, and I hardly see him, but I never mind. It seems like I’ll have to invite him for dinner or make him some pie to thank him.

Mr. Brown comes in with a woman in a white coat, who I assume is the doctor. "Hello, Ms. Styles. I am your doctor, Talia Greene." She stops next to me, holding a sort of file with my name highlighted on it. "You have been unconscious for twenty hours, even though there were times that you moaned out in pain, but we were able to stop them by giving you some very strong painkillers, and we had to stop your bleeding. We did some blood transfusions since you were low on blood."

She looks up from the folder and turns her gaze to Mr. Brown before taking it back to me. "Actually, it was your cousin Steven Brown who donated his blood. B+." So his name is Steven Brown. Nice. May… Wait, what? "He donated his blood?" My eyes are so wide that I feel them almost popping out.

"Yes. It looks like there was some shortage, and it was an emergency, so he offered his. Is there a problem?" I shake my head and realize it was painless. "Thank you, Steve." I give ‘my cousin’ a huge smile, which he returns with a genuine one after a slight hesitation. It seems people don’t smile at him. I don't comment on that, though.

"So why was I bleeding, doctor?" I had stomach cramps, and I knew I was supposed to have my periods, but I never expected to have so much blood loss. What’s even stranger is that it came a week later. Could it be because I just lost my virginity a month ago?" I have started rambling again. I am nervous since I know I have a problem. I hate getting sick. I knew I had no money to pay my hospital bills, so I prevented myself from going to the hospital.

Doctor Greene gives me an apologetic smile. "You didn’t know, did you?" I furrowed my eyebrows and traveled my gaze to Mr. Brown, who has an unreadable expression on his face. "Kno-Know what?" My mind has already thought of all the possible things. ‘Cervical cancer?’ Out of reflex, I clutched my stomach, and the doctor had a small, sad smile.

"You are five weeks pregnant." I faint.

Five f*****g weeks pregnant? How? I’ve only been with one man.

Sydney Kings.

But he used condoms. Or not? Oh! My! f*****g! Gosh! How could I have been so careless? Now I have a baby inside of me? I touch my belly, but I remember the bleeding.

"I was bleeding. What happened? Is it safe?" My heart is pounding so fast that I have to breathe deeply.

"I’m sorry, Ms. Styles, but you encountered a condition called "vanishing twin syndrome." You had twins, but you had a miscarriage, and only one of them survived." My heartbeat picks up again, and I feel some pain in my chest. I am already a bad mother a month into my pregnancy.

I feel a tear drop on my cheeks, but I wipe it so fast. My life is prone to disasters, and I am used to it. Maybe I’m just a sucker for pain.

I might be ‘the tigress," but this was too much. Another tear comes, and I do the same, but they become uncontrollable." The cause couldn’t be identified since everything was perfectly fine." I look at the doctor in disbelief.

"What do you mean you couldn’t identify the cause?" I want to scream. Should I tell him? No, the baby is mine. But he’s the father. He has a right to know. What if he denies it? What if he takes the baby and keeps it, then sends me away?

"Ms Styles. This condition happens abruptly, and sometimes the mother doesn’t even know that a baby has been miscarried. We’ve run tests on your blood, but everything seems fine. Do you have any hereditary diseases or conditions?"