Billionaire baby

Chapter 2

Before I knew it. I was flying in the air. I was filled with regret. It was too late. I could only hold my bump, praying and cursing to god to save my baby. I would bear the consequences of my past and present. All I wished for was for my baby to be safe. As blood pooled around me, the sliver of hope I had left in me faded. There was no way my baby who was only six months along could withstand the impact. There was no way it could survive the amount of bleeding. My tears trickled down my face. "My baby, my baby, my baby". I cried in agonizing pain. I could barely make a sound. My throat scratched with desperation. "My baby, my baby, my baby". I saw a blurred vision above me, faces crowded above me with worried expressions, their voices frantic and searching for answers I could not provide. In a split second of focus, I met his gaze, cold and empty. It was the most beautiful and sad face I had ever seen. He looked like an angel, like an angel of death. Had he come to collect my soul? Was I dying? Is this how my life ends, here and now? Only to realise that I was living in an illusion. Then all turned black and empty. I was falling endlessly. It was a peaceful and painless existence. I did not mind being here at all. I wanted to keep falling further and further into the black pit of darkness. Waking up to see the light I knew would be excruciatingly painful and I knew I did not want to face all that was ahead of me. Ignorance is bliss. I felt the gentleness of the darkness wrap and comfort me. There was no hope ahead, I knew that so I let myself fall deeper and deeper. ~ It was a sunny day. The sky was beautiful, dancing with orange, blue, and purple hues. Feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle caresses of the spring breeze against my skin, I walked cheerfully feeling refreshed. I had a productive day at work. Sarah even complimented and approved the proposal for my next design project. I was now ready to rest and enjoy the rest of my day with my family. The cherry blossoms were falling and I could smell the flowers as I passed through the neighbors' gardens. Smells of gardenia and lilies filled the air. As much as I loved the walk home, I quickly fastened my steps. Ready to hold my baby in my arms again. Looking for my family, I quickly opened the door to my house. I could see Jacob holding our son on the patio gently holding him as he slept in his arms. I walked over to give a gentle kiss on my son's forehead. He looked cuter every day. His skin, so soft and plump. As he slept in his father's arms, his milky white complexion looked so beautiful. I could not kiss his soft chubby cheeks enough nor hold his tiny hand enough. I cherished the moment as I inhaled his fresh milky scent in complete bliss. Turning to Jacob, I hugged him from behind, sighing in relief telling him that I was finally home and that I missed them. Jacob turned to me and gazed lovingly at me with his hazel eyes that I adored so much. He said he missed me too and kissed me gently on my lips. ~ I was awoken from my sweet dream by the sounds of crying and wailing. This disturbed and I was in a panic. She called out to me '"Ari, Ari. Please wake up baby please Ariana please." I felt guilt and remorse immediately. What had I done to upset my mother this way? I could hear the strain in her voice. She sounded tired and scared. I desperately wanted to reach out to her but I could barely move. My eyelids were heavy. I willed myself to open my eyes. Everything felt heavy and hazy. With a strained voice, I cried out "Mum "hoping to comfort my mother as she cried. As she propped me up on the bed. I realised that I was in a private hospital room reserved for the wealthy. It looked like the type of room VIP visitors stayed in in the movies. The interior was modern, simple, and elegant. There was a TV, a sofa with a coffee table, and a mini fridge. My mother was sitting next to me and my father was standing beside her with his hand on her shoulders. They both looked tired and weary. Confusion filled my head. I thought to myself why was I here? Then I began to recall the events leading up to my accident. How I discovered my fiance's affair with Sarah and how I ran away from him despite feeling sick and dizzy. Then I remembered I was in a crash. My heart sank and my stomach twisted as absolute panic surged through me. I cried ' Mum, my baby, what about my baby' but she wouldn't answer so I kept crying only this time louder "Mum tell me what happened, what happened to my baby, is he OK? "But I knew, my heart knew now and when I was struck, my baby would not survive. My mother could not break the news, terrified that I would fall apart at any moment. It was my father who finally spoke up, "Ariana, we are so sorry, the baby didn't make it. We are so sorry darling. '