Seductive MrBillionaire

EMMA

The tenth shrill scream comes from my lips as I close my eyes, trying to control or have some sort of control over the pain I am feeling right now.

I close my eyes, biting my lips hard, not caring when I feel the burning and the taste of blood in my mouth.

All I want more than anything is for this absurd pain to end at once because I feel like I am about to pass out at any moment. That's when I think about how reckless I was nine months ago, after a drunken night out.

But I repeat for the second time that now is not the right time to try to feel any regret, and as hard as I try, I can't regret what that night brought me.

“Try to breathe; the baby will be here soon, Emma!”, I hear my friend's voice from beside me as the nurses push the wheelchair. I am being wheeled into the delivery room.

A night of hot sex earned me an unexpected pregnancy from a stranger. It was my first time, and I gave my own body to someone I had never seen in my entire life.

To say it was good is an understatement, but here I am today, about to give birth to my first child, a single mother, and not knowing anything about my baby's father other than a single name.

Alex.

A new scream makes me bite my lips harder. Feeling the tears streaming down my face as I am carried down a long corridor of the maternity part of the hospital, I repeat a new sequence of breathing and sobbing with each new contraction.

I touch my belly, covered by the dress I am wearing, thinking that at some point tonight I will meet the little face of my beloved baby.

“Oh my god!”, I grunted, squeezing my best friend's hand for some support.

"You can do it, Emma! Let's meet our, Benjamin."

I nod my head, almost screaming at the nurse who is pushing me in the wheelchair to go faster. I am out of patience and feeling extreme pain, but my heartbeat seems to stop when my eyes fixate on a person.

This can't be happening, God!

It's him!

The unbearable pain of feeling my child being born seems to fade for a second when I see none other than the man who is the father of my baby.

Time seems to freeze around me when I see him talking to the receptionist at the hospital counter. He looks exactly like the handsome man I met that night.

I don't blink when the nurse asks the people in front of us to excuse me; I grab Coral's hand, and just as I am about to say that finally the miracle has happened, my expectations are shattered in a few seconds when something unexpected happens.

He can't see me, but I see that when a woman in a long dress approaches holding a baby in her lap, he smiles broadly before taking the child from the woman's lap and holding the baby, visibly moved.