The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, Sebastian

With a box of assorted fruits in my hand, I made my way to Mia’s hospital room. The concern that had gnawed at me when I first received the news of her fainting had yet to subside. As I entered her room, I saw her lying in the hospital bed, her expression a mix of fatigue and worry.

“Is she alright, doctor?” I inquired, my voice filled with a mixture of anxiety and relief as I approached her. I leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, a reassurance of my presence and support.

The doctor, who had been monitoring Mia, explained the situation. “She fainted due to high blood pressure,” he said, his tone calm and professional. “If you would come to my office, we can discuss her condition in more detail.”

I nodded in acknowledgment, squeezing Mia’s hand before addressing her. “I’ll be back soon,” I reassured her. She responded with a nod, a silent acknowledgment of my departure.

With that, I followed the doctor to his office, where we could have a more in-depth discussion about Mia’s health and the measures needed to manage her high blood pressure. My concerns were numerous, particularly in regard to the effect of the prescribed medication on the baby’s well-being.

“Isn’t the medication potentially harmful to the baby?” I asked, my voice laced with genuine concern for both Mia and our unborn child.

The doctor, a seasoned professional, shook his head reassuringly. “No, it’s not harmful to the baby,” he explained. “The goal is to manage her blood pressure and ensure that she gets the rest she needs to avoid further stress.”

I nodded, slowly coming to terms with the fact that the stress and challenges of the past few weeks had taken a toll on Mia’s health. It wasn’t surprising, considering the unexpected pregnancy, the looming presence of a stalker, and the added stress of dealing with her father’s threats.

“I’ll make sure she’s stress-free, doctor,” I pledged, determined to provide Mia with the support and care she needed. The doctor had emphasized the importance of her well-being, and I was committed to ensuring her health and happiness during this critical time.

With the doctor’s guidance, I left his office with a prescription for Mia’s medication, which I needed to pick up at the pharmacy. My steps carried me back to her room, a sense of responsibility and a deep well of love in my heart.

As I approached the room, my phone rang, and I glanced at the screen to see that it was my mother calling. I let out a frustrated groan and quickly powered off my phone. There were more pressing matters at hand than my mother’s relentless interference and her seemingly erratic ideas. Mia’s health and the well-being of our child were the top priorities, and I was determined to focus on those issues, shield Mia from any additional stress, and ensure that she received the best care and support.

Returning to Mia’s hospital room, I found her engaged in conversation with Bella and Sophia. Kieran had already left for work, leaving me the task of tending to Mia’s well-being.

“I was really scared,” I admitted to Mia as I settled in next to her on the bed.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Mia, ever perceptive and understanding, raised an eyebrow at me, concern mingling with her inquiry. “You came all the way from Los Angeles to be here? Don’t you have a meeting?”

I couldn’t help but shake my head at the notion. “Do you really think a meeting is more important to me than your health?” I replied, my voice filled with sincerity. “My wife and child are my main priority.”

Bella chimed in, her words playful but supportive. “He’s got his priorities straight,” she said, flashing a wink at Mia. “But then again, that’s just the bare minimum.”

Mia couldn’t help but laugh at Bella’s remark, the lightness of her laughter a welcome sound in the hospital room. “Well, I’m feeling slightly better,” she admitted. “Also, I’m quite thirsty.”

I reached for the water bottle, inserting a straw into it and handing it to her. As she took a sip, I couldn’t help but notice my phone ringing once more. The caller ID revealed that it was my mother. A feeling of exasperation washed over me; my mother’s persistence knew no bounds, and I knew that ignoring her calls would only lead to further attempts to reach me.

“Excuse me,” I said as I stood and walked out of the room. Answering my phone call, I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice. “Mother, what is it this time? I’ve already told you I’m not marrying Amanda,” I whispered firmly into the phone.

My mother’s response, however, took me by surprise. She assured me that her call had nothing to do with Amanda or any potential wedding arrangements.

“Your assistant said you’re in New York?” she inquired. “What are you doing there?”

I sighed, feeling the need to explain my presence in New York. “Mia fainted and is now in the hospital,” I said. “I came to visit my wife.”

A brief silence followed my words as my mother absorbed the information. “Oh, I see,” she finally responded. “Please give her my best wishes. How did she faint? What was the cause?”

I explained the situation to my mother, sharing the information that Mia had fainted due to high blood pressure. Before I could delve into more details, my mother had another suggestion.

“Invite her to our family barbecue,” she recommended. “It will be at Sophia’s place next weekend. Fresh air will do her good.”

I considered the idea, knowing that Mia’s health was of utmost importance. “I’ll see,” I replied. “Right now, she needs to stay in the hospital for at least a week.”

My mother, seemingly satisfied with our conversation, extended her well-wishes to Mia. “Well, I hope she gets better soon,” she said before ending the call.

I shook my head as I put my phone back in my pocket. My mother and her constant mood swings.