BILLIONAIRE UNSPOKEN DESIRES

Mia stood frozen in shock as she stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. "She couldn't believe it. It had been the second month in a row that she had missed her period. Initially, she brushed it off, attributing it to her irregular cycle. It wasn't until she reluctantly decided to take a test, remembering she had a boyfriend and wasn't entirely innocent and she certainly hadn't planned on getting pregnant. Her mind raced with questions and worries about what this would mean for her future.

How would she support herself with a child on the way? She had so many unanswered questions, and the weight of the situation was starting to feel crushing.

I tried calling Maze, but he wasn't picking up. I was fidgeting, wondering why he wouldn't answer my call now, when I needed him the most. I had to prepare for work - I was on the night shift as an auxiliary nurse.

"You're late," my supervisor said to me as soon as I arrived at work. "I've been meaning to talk with you. I've noticed that you've been lagging these days, always tired, and looking down. Are you sure you're okay?"

I was nervous. "Yes, ma'am, I am."

"I work shift jobs at this private hospital. If you're up for extra hours, we're given the opportunity to be a patient's personal nurse when we're off duty. Most patients tend to trust the hospital nurse as their own personal caregiver. However, getting pregnant right now is not the best option for me in this situation. It could cost me my job, and I'm already managing with my current responsibilities. I still have bills to pay and siblings I'm supporting back at home."

"Hey Mia, could you please help me cover my shift for three nights? I've received an emergency call at home – my mum is not feeling well, and I really need to be there. I'll make it up to you, I promise," my closest friend in the hospital, Kate, asked me.

"Oh my God, what happened to your mum? I've met Kate's mum, and she is really a nice and caring woman. She sends food and other items, just like her daughter, every time she comes to visit Kate. Her cooking really makes me feel at home. I hope she gets better soon."

"Alright, could you please provide me with the location and address? I hope you've already informed them that I'll be coming over to make things run smoothly. It looks like on my day off, I'll have two shifts for the next three days."

"Yes, I've informed them it's the Smiths."

Alright, it's settled. Take care, Kate, and be careful. Everything will be alright.

"Thank you so much, Mira. I'm really grateful. I owe you one, okay?"

"I've just finished work. I'm heading home to rest and change, and then I'll head to Kate's job shift, which works well for me. My client called early this morning to inform me that she's moving to a new city and wanted to thank me and pay for my services. So now, I only have the Smiths, and I'll need to ask my supervisor for another client when Kate comes back."

I arrived at the address Kate had given me, and to my surprise, it was nothing like what I had envisioned. First off, the estate was incredible, and I found myself standing in front of this magnificent gate. I rang the bell, and someone from the intercom answered, asking me where I was from and to look into the camera for security purposes. I identified myself and mentioned that I was going to house number 4, to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith. They made a call to the house for confirmation, and then the gate started to open.

Kate failed to mention a few important details. Firstly, she didn't inform me that I was coming to such an affluent neighborhood, especially this estate where the one percent of wealthy individuals reside. Secondly, she neglected to mention that there would be a security check. Additionally, she forgot to let me know that regular workers at her place of employment have a staff ID, which, if I had, would allow me to scan it at the entrance and the gate would open automatically, bypassing these extensive security checks.

I arrived at the Smiths' apartment and the gate was already open. There was someone waiting to escort me in, and she appeared to be the housekeeper.

I greeted her and explained that my friend, Kate, had asked me to assist with her shift. She informed me that Kate had called and they were all aware of the arrangement. She also mentioned that Mr. Smith was currently at work, and Mrs. Smith was inside, lying on the sofa, and she was my patient.

As I made my way towards Mrs. Smith, I greeted her to let her know of my presence. I couldn't help but wonder why they needed an indoor nurse. When she turned to greet me back, I quickly understood. Mrs. Smith was heavily pregnant, and judging by her appearance, she seemed to be due in less than two months.

"Hey Mira," Mrs. Kate answered me in the most friendly way, as if we'd known each other before. She noticed the puzzled look on my face and proceeded to explain that Kate had provided her with all the necessary details, including my name. She emphasized that she considers Kate to be like a sister, and trusts her implicitly. Therefore, if Kate had sent me to cover her shift, she extended that trust to me as well. It was a reassuring introduction.

She was so sweet. I had always thought that wealthy people liked to appear intimidating.

Lastly, Kate didn't provide detailed information about my patient's condition. She mentioned that she would send the chart, but by the time she did, I was in a rush and didn't have a chance to review it properly due to oversleeping.

From her chart, I learned that she has a frank breech pregnancy. She found out about it relatively late, so the safest way to deliver the child is through another cesarean section, especially since her previous childbirth was also via C-section. It was surprising to discover that she already has a child.

"Mrs. Smith, I'll need to check your blood pressure again as part of our routine. Additionally, I'd like to ask you some questions about your pregnancy, particularly if you're experiencing any pain." When I inquired about her recent hospital visits, she shared that she was undergoing treatment for a manual version to turn the baby, known as an external cephalic version. It was clear that Mrs. Smith was resilient, exploring all available options and not giving up easily. This clarified why she required a nurse during this crucial time.

She shared with me how painful the process was, and I responded with an encouraging smile, finding myself at a loss for words. I assured her not to lose hope, emphasizing that both she and the baby would be fine. I advised her to always reach out to her nurse whenever she felt any pain, no matter how small, and not to try to conceal it.

"My husband will be back shortly," she mentioned. Surprised, I asked, "Your husband comes back from work early?" She nodded and explained that he usually picks their daughter up from school, and it has become his routine to leave work from there until she gives birth. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. What a loving and supportive husband. She mentioned that he'd be back around four.

Here I am, pregnant, and Mason has refused to pick up my calls since yesterday. Heaven knows I'm terrified to go through this process alone.

"Mrs. Helen, do you need any assistance with anything?" mrs smith inquired. "My husband and son will be back home soon, and I hope lunch or dinner is ready, depending on what they choose to call it."

As I was assisting her with the manual treatment to turn the baby, which involves a form of massage, her phone rang. It was her husband, checking in on how she was doing and asking if she needed anything. It was evident how much he cared for her. He also informed her that they would be a bit late, about 30 minutes. So, I had to wait until her husband returned, as the shift was supposed to end soon.

During the leg massage, Mrs. Smith drifted off to sleep. Shortly after, I heard the sound of the front door opening, followed by a little boy calling out, "Mummy." It was my cue that her husband had arrived.

"Darling, I'm home," he called out. I hurried to inform them that she was fast asleep.

"Good evening, sir. Ma'am is asleep," I explained.

He looked at me quizzically and asked, "And you are?"