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No, no, no.
This can’t be!
Peanut… my peanut.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Ella
Iclutchmystomach,willing our baby to hang in there.
Don’t you dare leave me now!
Tiero sits down next to me, holding me tight. Shock, fury, fear… it’s rolling off him in waves. He’s trying to stay calm for my sake, but I feel the tremble in his body.
I wish I could comfort him, but I’m too shaken. For the second time today and in the span of less than an hour, I feel like all the blood is leaving my body. My vision goes hazy, and I close my eyes to fend it off. Stars are firing off behind my eyelids.
The gravity of the situation hits me. Someone is targeting peanut. Someone wants to eliminate Tiero’s heir.
I hug my abdomen as if that could shield peanut from anything bad. But the bad is already pumping through my veins.
“Tiero,” I gasp. “Our baby!”
Tiero’s hands clench into fists, his expression a mix of fury and protectiveness.
Aiden’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing with anger.
My earlier panic resurfaces. How much of this stuff has entered me? Was it enough to trigger a miscarriage?
Nothing has happened yet. That’s got to be a good sign, right?
The doctor’s voice pierces my spiralling thoughts. He looks at Tiero warily.
“I don’t think enough of the tampered solution entered Miss O’Neil’s body to cause harm. Thanks to Mr. Burg’s discovery only a minimal amount was administered. To have any effect, it would have needed the entire bag. Nevertheless, we’ll closely monitor the situation over the next twenty-four hours.”
My gaze travels to Dr. Agosti, who nods his head in agreement.
Relief mingles with the horror that still courses through my body. The adrenaline’s sharp edge begins to dull, replaced by an overwhelming weariness. My heart’s frenetic pounding eases, gradually harmonizing with a steadier rhythm. Still, each breath is a conscious effort.
I’m going to live. Me and peanut are going to be fine.
Have I ever been so relieved in my life?
I sag against Tiero, pressing my palm to my face and closing my eyes as a wave of fatigue crashes over me.
God, this child is going to be an adrenaline junky. This constant up and down can’t be good.
Tiero soothingly rubs up and down my arm. “It’s gonna be alright, angel. Everything is going to be fine. Our baby is fine.”
I hear the relief in his tone, but also the underlying anger that this happened in the first place. But I know it’s not the hospital’s fault. They couldn’t anticipate someone sabotaging their procedures.
Still, all I want is to get out of here. I don’t feel safe.
“I understand you’re exhausted after this experience,” Dr. Smith says, prompting me to open my eyes again. “You need to stay vigilant. If you experience the slightest abdominal pain or discomfort, bleeding or general body weakness, let us know immediately.”
He taps his pen against his clipboard and then adds, “You also still need the iron infusion.”
“I don’t think I want to tempt fate a second time.” The thought of having another IV line attached to me has my body shiver. I can’t do it.
