Chapter One Hundred and forty seven

My head pounded as I strained my eyes open.

"Where am I?" I groaned out, staring at the unfamiliar room.

"Hello Mrs Kingston."

My eyes bulged at the sight of the nurse.

"Hello." I managed to respond.

"The doctor's already on his way." She smiled a little too widely for my comfort so I just stared back at her for a few seconds before nodding slightly.

The door soon came open.

"Hello madam. How are you feeling?"

"I have a headache and I still feel a bit drowsy." I said.

"You'll be fine in not time it's just one of the symptoms."

"What symptoms?"

"Well I have news for you." He said, opening up and envelope containing a sheet of paper.

"Congratulations, you're four weeks pregnant."

I sat up abruptly.

"What?!" I exclaimed, with my eyes almost popping out of their sockets as I grabbed the test result from him. I saw it for myself, it wasn't a prank.

Oh shit!

"Wow uhm, this is great news." I said, hiding how worried the news got me.

"Can I go home now?" I asked, looking around for my stuff.

"Right after I prescribe the right vitamins for you and schedule you for regular check-ups." He said.

"Right sure."

I took the prescriptions and had the bodyguard buy them at the pharmacy before getting into the car.

"Does my husband know about this?" I asked him.

"He does and is on his way back ma'am."

I palmed my forehead in panic. What was I going to tell him? I couldn't tell him I was pregnant. Oh dear! Damien would flip if I told him.

What sort of dilemma had I gotten myself into at such a time?

"Ariana why weren't you careful?" I asked myself.

***

By the time I got home, everyone had crowded my bedside after hearing what happened.

"I'm fine mom, I was just stressed out." I said once again.

"I don't want Damien having my head for not taking care of you while he was away." She said.

"You all have obviously not been taking care of her." His voice boomed, startling all of us with his presence.

He rushed over to me, taking off his jacket before climbing into the bed to kiss me all over my face before landing on my lips.

"I leave for just a few days and look what happened to my baby." He said glaring at everyone fiercely before softening his eyes at me.

"Babe I'm fine, it's just stress."

Plus the fact that I'm in my first few weeks of motherhood, I wanted to add.

"You're not going to work for the rest of the week." He said.

"Not a chance mister." I retorted.

"Irma, I'm not joking."

This was the new trend. He called me Irma whenever he got dead serious to intimidate me.

"But-"

"No buts babe, I have to take care of you." He insisted.

"I don't think we're needed here anymore." Fiona mumbled audibly.

"Of course you all can leave. Thanks for not taking care of my baby." Damien sarcastically said.

"I wonder who's the baby between you and Ariana, really." Fiona gave one of her usual sarcastic comebacks, making Damien throw a pillow at her.

They soon left us alone.

"I was so worried." He said, looking sad.

"As you can see, there's nothing to worry about babe, I'm perfectly fine." I insisted.

"What did the doctor say?" He questioned.

I inwardly shut my eyes cause I was about to lie to him, again.

"He said I was just stressed out and I need to rest more often." I told him.

"You're not leaving this bed, I'm going to get you anything you want." He adjusted the blanket over me and kissed my forehead.

"Don't be so dramatic babe." I shook my head.

"Go take a shower." I shoved him slightly.

"Why? I want to be here with you." He frowned.

"Well, I want you inside me. But, not with all that grime from your trip, sticking to you." I rolled my eyes.

"But you're not well." He aired his concern.

"Maybe you're my medicine." I winked.

I had missed him for the last few days and I wasn't going to pass on the opportunity to get laid, whether pregnant or not.

He smirked.

"Maybe I'm the reason you fell ill in the first place."

"Yes, I missed you. I know you want me to say it." I admitted with a giggle.

"Of course you did. Gimme a minute, you're gonna be well in no time." He teased my neck with his nose.

"Yes doctor." I teased, rolling my tongue over my teeth and upper lip while he squeezed my ass.

***

Days had gone by and I still hadn't summoned the courage to tell Damien that he was about to be a father. I was so scared of how he would react. I was so petrified that I couldn't let anyone know about my condition for fear of him finding out.

I knew he was going to find out sooner or later but for now, I just couldn't bring myself to tell him.

He had been asking questions, hopefully not from a place of suspicion cause I usually zoned out when the thought of keeping a secret from him pulled at my mind vigorously.

He had been sweet, getting me all my favorite stuff and all but none of those happy moments gave me the confidence to tell him what was going on. Most of the time, I just did not want to ruin the moment with such news.

I really got myself into a deep fix this time.

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Damien's POV;

I stood by the doorway to the balcony, deep in thought over lots of things until my thoughts wandered to my wife.

Ariana was hiding something from me. I could feel it. For the last few days, she had been so jumpy. Sometimes she would get so lost in thought and it would take an intervention to bring her back to reality and whenever I asked whatever went wrong she would say nothing.

I tried taking her shopping, buying her favorite treats, doing all of her favorite things but she still wouldn't tell me anything so I decided to let her be.

"Good morning babe." She sat up and yawned. I smiled at the sound of her sweet morning voice as it drew me out of my thoughts.

"Good morning beautiful."

"You slept in again." I commented, turning to her.

"Really? What's the time?" She asked in surprise.

"It's past eight am."

"Oh wow, I guess I was just tired." She said with another yawn.

"You didn't go anywhere yesterday." I pointed out.

"It doesn't mean I wouldn't get tired." She avoided my gaze and rushed off to the bathroom, looking like she was about to throw up.

"Are you okay?" I held on to the door knob and saw that it was locked from inside.

"Don't come in!" She yelled.

I respected her words and gave her time until she came out of the closet all clean and dressed up for the day.

"Why were you vomiting?" I asked her.