My Freya & Our Miracle Baby

Chapter 6: The Pregnancy

Freya POV

90 seconds. Ninety seconds. As I wait for those ninety excruciating seconds, I am brought back to just over a month ago when I was in Liam’ penthouse.

Awaking from my deep slumber, I notice that he’s not here. Oh, that’s a sinking feeling. Slowly sitting up and leaning against the backboard as I feel this aching pain down my legs and in my sensitive area, I remember how the events of last night unfolded.

It stills seems surreal, almost like a dream. I remember it all despite all that drinking, which I don’t think I will ever do again because this hangover is absolutely massive. After a couple of minutes, I decide to get up and that’s when I notice a note pad by the bed with some words on it.

“2/10. Get out. –L” Beside it is a stack of cash. Oh my..

What is that supposed to mean? If that’s some cruel joke, I swear to God, I’ll kill him. I grab one of his shirts from his closet and slowly slip out of the living room with his note ripped off in hand. Careful to not make a noise, I hop lightly into the living room to see that it is still in its turmoil, but Hannah is already there, sitting with nothing on.

Her hair is messed up and there are red marks down her thighs and breasts. She sips on a glass of Cognac from the table calmly.

"You’re finally up.”

"Where’s Liam?” I quickly question with my raspy throat. She’s not exactly the person I expected to see after coming out of the bedroom.

"Meeting.” Hannah gets up from the couch and faces me full on with her nakedness. “Ooh, your first score.” She notices the paper in my hand. “Care to share?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, come on, Frey. Liam likes to rate his whores. You don’t score at least a 7, he won’t touch you again. So, care to share?” As I eye her face, she’s not lying. That is what he does? Are you serious? I step back from her as she starts to approach me. The pain in my chest beats hard. I was wrong? Was he that good of a liar?

Ninety seconds are up. I flip over the test and I let out an aggrieved breath. It’s positive. Oh, God. This can’t be happening

“Freya!” A loud knock on the door snaps my attention away. “Hurry up! We have a bunch of people coming in!”

“Coming!” I yell out and dispose of the pregnancy test. Leaving the restroom, I get back to work at this small town bar in the outskirts of Paris, maybe an hour away. I had to travel for five days to get here. Hopefully that was enough space between me and Munich, at least for now.

After I serve the rush of customers that come in, I start to clean up and the owner of the bar, Jerrod, comes up to me and hands me the tips for the night.

“You alright, Frey? You were a bit off tonight.” Jerrod states as he gives me small smile. He’s very friendly and I can see the way he looks at me.

“Just tired.” I lie as tired is the last of what I am going through. If anything, I am wired. I still don’t know how I feel about the situation.

“I can close up if you need to go home early, Frey.” Jane gives me a gentle smile as she is one of the three other bartenders at this bar, but we mostly just do shots and beers around here.

“Actually, yes. I’m sorry, I promise I will cover you the next time.”

“Don’t even worry about it.” Jane waves me a soft goodbye as Jerrod comes around the register and walks me out.

“I can walk you home.”

“I actually just want to walk home alone. Need to do some thinking.” Giving him a soft smile, he watches me walk away as I think about what the hell I am going to do. I have been on the run for so long. A baby is only going to make matters complicated.

As soon as I make it into my RV, I sit inside on my bed and bring my legs up to hold them. Oh, God. I already know what I am going to do. There is no question about it. Holding my stomach, I whisper.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’re going to be okay.” I whimper out and cry as I know nothing will ever be the same. I look at my new phone and think about calling him to tell him, but I know everything he said to me was probably a lie. He’s not going to care or he’s going to kill us both. No. I am on my own.

*Three months later*

The real estate agent shows me this beautiful cottage that’s about a fifteen minute walk to the bar. I decided to stay, but I can’t exactly raise a baby out of an RV that is meant for just one person.

With the amount I have saved up the past couple of years and living out of the RV really helps with the savings now, especially when I am going to sell the RV to help pay for this cottage.

Inside the white stone cottage that has a light wood platforms everywhere. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. The master bedroom is decently sized with a large attached bathroom that is laid white throughout and brass on the handles.

All the doors are besides the front and back door by the kitchen have the same light wood farm door that slides open. Even the kitchen is lightly adorned with light wood with a splash of marbling on the walls with a cute kitchen island. The living room is small, but it large enough for two people.

“So, what do you think?”

“I’ll take it.” I tell the real estate agent. She smiles widely before making the call. This is home, at least for now. But for this, I had to pay for a real name. Freya . Sounds perfectly normal. Home sweet home. I guess.

Liam POV

“I don’t know what to tell you, Liam.” Hendrik tells me as I pace across my office in the Chateau just outside Berlin. “I can’t find her. Whoever she is, she’s good.”

“You’re supposed to be better, Hendrik.” I remind him and he stops talking immediately, clearly disappointed in his own actions without me having to tell him.

“Stop looking for now.” I order him and his face drops. She clearly doesn’t want to be found and I am not about to force something that might not mean anything. But that doesn’t stop that unnerving feeling from clawing its way into my head. As Hendrik walks out, Johnny joins in.

“Rosa is still trying to get through our security.” Johnny looks in the direction of Hendrik leaving before sneaking an eyebrow up. “Nothing?”

“No. Call Alessandro. Tell him to get his sister in check. The deal isn’t going through.”

“Riccardo told her that it was still somehow possible.” Johnny shakes his head at the thought, annoyingly. “Alessandro wanted out of the deal, he took over. It should be clean.”

“But Riccardo and my Father are the ones that signed it four years ago.” I remind him. Though Riccardo is generally pretty sensible, he does have one flaw. His daughter is like his pride and joy. Rosa has him wrapped around her finger. When Rosa set her sights on me, Riccardo reached out to make this deal and I had to convince my father it was the right thing to do.

Alessandro, on the other hand, is independent. Like his father, he is also close to his twin sister, but not so much that he is easily influenced by her. He has his head on straight. Doing business with him is more smooth sailing since his common sense is near spot on.

“And that deal has a really big fallout clause.” My father enters the room in a coughing fit with his nurse coming in from behind him. “Like you suggested.”

“I know, Father.” With disgrace on my lips, he heaves out a sigh.

“I just know your mother is haunting me right now for letting you convince me to sign that damn deal.” Another coughing fit ensues and Johnny and I laugh at the thought.

“Just wait until you get to heaven, sure she’ll chew you out then.” My father glares at Johnny.

“I think we all know where the Lady of the House was going.” His eyes point downwards at the floor, causing another fit of laughter in the room. “Alright, alright. Just handle it as you see fit. I’m too old for this shit.” With that, he walks right back out.

“You know, that’s your Father, right?” Johnny sarcastically says to me before turning serious. “I need you to tell me what happened with you and Freya.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask him as he’s been trying to hold back from questioning my orders.

“I gave you three months, but I need you to come clean. For the Family.” I set down my pen as I heave out a deep breath and gesture for him to sit.

“I don’t know.” I answer honestly. Three months have passed and I still don’t know. I just don’t. It’s confusing my head space and all I ever do is think about every little thing I did that night. But I can’t figure out what the f**k went wrong.

“Start from the beginning.” Telling him about how we had s*x minus all the details and then our little, but intense game of two truths and a lie, and then the s*x after, he looks at me with surprised eyes.

“And then she just left?”

“Yeah. I don’t get it.”

“You told her to stay. I don’t understand why she would have left. Even if she didn’t want to sleep with you or regretted it, maybe even embarrassed about the whole ordeal, that doesn’t exactly equate quitting and moving right after you wake up. That’s pretty extreme.”

“Exactly.” I have been running it through and through. Where the f**k is she?

“And I think you caught feelings.” I glare at him.

“Don’t.”

“I’m serious.” Johnny persists. “Look, Isla and I didn’t work out because well, she cheated. But when we first started dating, wow.”

“Wow?”

“Wow.” He reiterates. “She was like my best friend. Man, you told this girl about you wanting to have kids. That’s huge. You could barely speak to me about it when the doctors first told you. I never even opened up to Isla like that until like a year into us dating.”

“She just made it… easy.”

“And I have to believe that if I’m going to find someone else, you will too.” I nod.

“You’re right.” I shrug.

“You bet your ass I’m right.” His usual cockiness is back and swinging. “Alright, now let’s help you move on.”

“Move on?” I snicker at him. Does he remember who I am?

“Bro, you haven’t slept with anyone else since her.” Johnny points out to me. Irritated, I simply roll my eyes as I pick up my pen and start writing more of my notes on this next set of plans.

“Get out, Johnny.”