PRINCE THEODORE

Chapter4

You know the pain is real, and it's going to stay with you for the longest time when you just run out of air out of the blue. That's precisely what was happening with Nataliya currently, but she could have left when he slept with the so-called friend, yeah? Now? Right about now, it was too late, and her heart was telling her exactly that. She cried…oh man, she cried so much her body trembled.

“Leave her be Berlin, she will call unto us.”

“She won't, and you know it, Ben, she will never bother us damn! Where is that twin of mine when I need him?” the big brother went and gave him a hug, soothing him because, truth be told, they loved Nataliya just not as much as Rob though…yeah, that one was out of everyone's reach, I tell you now. Trouble was they had never seen baby Nat, as they called her, like this…son of a gun broke her, and they have yet to find out who that ass is. Just as the clock kicked into 5pm on the dot, Rob's Maserati pulled into the driveway…odd…they thought to themselves. Hell, the man was never home 'til 1am, midnight doing God knows what, but here he was jogging straight to the house and beelining into Nataliya's room. Right…they all realize.

“Bloody hell!” Minutes later, Rob came running into the corridor with an unconscious Nat in his arms. Several curses went around, but Vic was on her feet running to G-WAGON's keys to get the car. The ride to the private hospital didn't take long, blessing the above and Nat was admitted without a hustle. The examination went on for a lifetime, with nurses, doctors alike running around with the tests, probably because of Rob. He was scary as hell when it came to the female—“ Calm the damn down, you were scaring everyone.” His big brother Benedict had to step up and calm the wanker down, but he was having none of it.

“Hey man, you are about to explode over there, what the hell happened?” He had to curse at the sound of that voice…man, why is this hospital of all places? “Theodore Brush, why are you in this part of town?” The man just shrugged, pointing a finger at his younger brother, right it was his monthly check up since the accident.

“So what's happening bruh?” he asked no one in particular, knowing exactly that it sounded like a command either him, his brother's or Vic could ignore.

Son.of.a.royal.pain.bitch

Saving the group from this unnecessary command: “It's Nataliya, found her unconscious after work,” he finished, glaring daggers at his friends. How did they not know she was not breathing…his friend came up to him, offered support, and he was not taking 'no' for an answer. “I still say you should mate the girl or should have long ago did that?” Of course, his friend was thinking about this s**t right now in this situation, he just rolled his eyes at him because there was no way he was going to do that for he was just going to end up being another Dom and he cannot have that.

The doctor came rushing, bowing slightly at Theodore, who should have left hours ago, but he was here driving him crazy. “The patient is stable and shall therefore be permitted to leave after an hour and, by the way, congratulations my good sir, you are to be a father.” shook overtook him, and he was not alone driving that train, the group along with the Prince seemed puzzled at the news.

“Oh good Lord”

“The hell?”

“Whoa”

“I need a drink,” Rob plopped down, hands covering his temples. What are the odds? He thought to himself with a dry laugh. You'd think the man would recoil and rethink his affection towards the female? Nope, he went full on with the possessiveness, he really needed to dial it down a bit. Turning to his good friend, he said his goodbyes, thanking God that dog didn't get to see her. Thirty minutes later, their patient was ready to go. Although she was able and capable to walk herself out of the hospital, everyone insisted on carrying her to the car and probably to her room—eventually Rob won and was the one with the duty.

Upon their arrival at the mansion, they had dinner peacefully until —“ What did the doctor say?” Hesitations…her question was met with hesitations, but Ben explained to her calmly and that they were here for her and the young.

“My life is over…no man is going to love me now…” It was more of a whisper, but they heard her. f**k! Rob was fuming with rage, ready to go hunt down that piece of nut and rip him into pieces, but his hands were tight…tied to a promise he made.

“I am here…all of us are here,” he wanted to go on, but he couldn't, the ache in his heart not allowing him.

“I shall take my leave,” the man said. She was tired, even the way she spoke with that sweet, smooth whispered-manned voice…she was tired, but he knew…he knew she was going to cry for a good month before she was okay and didn't that just break his wicked heart?

It happened before she was able to make it inside her room for privacy as she cried for a good hour before she passed out. Man that happened for days, dark circles under her eyes spoke volumes. She had since locked herself inside since she came back from the hospital, only to open it when Garry brought food for her that she didn't even eat as much. The twins were going crazy and driving everyone with them into madness. Rob took a leave from work in case she needed him… whenever that is.

“You look like hell, did you even take a shower, man?” His elder brother found him in the kitchen waiting for the chef to finish the meal for Nataliya. He'd been like that for the past weeks, tending to her even though she didn't come out of that room, but she did eat, which warmed him a little. “What do you think?” He asked his brother dryly, passing by him with a plate of veggies, mash with beef stew and a glass of OJ.

His brother just shook his head at his stupidity. This had been going on for too damn long, he thought. And as his loving elder brother, he was going to do something about it… something he'd probably hate him for, but at this point he didn't give a damn. He walked back to his mate upstairs in their room with a new-found purpose. “Vic listen…” His mouth went wide, followed by a girly scream when he saw her, she was doing make-up and, man, she sucked at it. Vic jumped from shock, her lipstick going everywhere but her lips.

“What the hell, Ben!” She shot daggers at him, breathing heavily.“You look like an unsettled spirit with vengeance.” they heard Berlin shooting out with laughter, probably on his knees downstairs. That's how loud these two were. Vic just raised her middle finger at him and went on to grab a pile of wipes, hopefully to wipe that horror from her face, Ben prayed.

“What do you want anyway?” She inquired, not sparing him a glance, he cleared his throat, preparing for the no's his mate was going to throw at him—“ I need you to call in the Prince.”

“What? No! Hell no bruh, ain't happening”.

“He needs to wake up…hell! They both need to wake the damn up because that baby inside that belly is growing whether they are on board or not!” His voice was stern, taking no nonsense from his mate, she was going to call that son of a gun of his cousin and, damn, he was going to enjoy this. Theodore was that kind of royal pain of an ass who all but threw weight around whenever he pleased, unlike his brothers, which was precisely what his brother needed…a little 'get on your ass and stop mopping' royal kick.

“Damn, I hate it when you're right, you know?”

“I know love,” he said with a wink.