Our child

“Oliver!” I screamed, running and falling beside him on my knees. 

But Kan was faster. 

He scooped him up, turned him face down and began to firmly blow his back.

I was staring at the scene wide-eyed, paralysed with shock, as my son continued to make those horrible sounds.

“Give him to me.” I tried to take him away from Kan.

“Stop!” Kan yelled, without looking at me. 

My initial scream had drawn our whole household of domestic staff out. 

They stood nervously, watching from a respectful distance.

It was all taking too long. 

The only part of my son I could see as Kan tried to get whatever was stuck in his lungs out, was the exposed flesh on his neck, and it was beginning to turn purple. 

My vision went blurry, and I felt tight pressure on my bladder as I watched in horror.

Then Oliver coughed, and something flew out of his mouth.

But that was it. 

He just lay there, limp.

I screamed, finally yanking him out of Kan’s hands. 

I ran blindly for the door, not sure where I was headed still in my house slippers.

“Ariel.” Kan yelled. “I will get the doctor here. We cannot take him to the hospital.”

I heard him. My brain understood what he was saying, but I ignored him. 

I will throw all our plans out the window in a heartbeat for my son’s sake.

I was already outside, yelling for the chauffeur before Kan could catch up with me.

“Ariel. Listen. I understand your fear, but the object is no longer in his lungs. The doctor will be here in less than five minutes, less time than it would take us to get to the hospital.” Kan tried to get in front of me.

I turned to him, maddened by my panic.

“My son is limp.” I yelled.

“Our son.” He said.

I turned away and began to run for the gate. 

At that moment, illogically, it somehow seemed faster for me to run all the way to the hospital on foot. 

I could not bear to wait one more minute.

I ran fast, the memory of the last time I had ran like this coming back to me. The night I had lost Oliver’s brother.

“Get in.” I heard as if from far away. 

I turned to see Kan’s car beside me, with the passenger door open. 

I practically flew in.

I looked down at Oliver still limp in my trembling arms, willing him to open his little grey eyes.

“Where the hell have you been?” 

Ophelia flinched as she found herself staring into Blaine’s angry grey eyes.

Then he paused, and walked up to her slowly. 

She kept still as he drew his face close, held her chin, and turned her face to the side to catch the light.

“Who did this to you?” His tone sounded murderous.

She said nothing. 

How could she tell him her father had lately begun to hit her like he did her mother.

“Honey.” His voice was a cold warning.

“It was an accident. I crashed against a wall.”

Blaine began to slide her dress sleeve off her shoulder. 

She inhaled, her body getting hot as she held her breath, waiting, till she heard him say.

“These are welts, Ophelia.”

“They are not.” She found herself covering her body again, and stepping back. 

Blaine was looking at her with those grey eyes, equal mix of concern and anger. 

How could she have treated this man so lightly in the past? 

She only realized the gravity of her mistake after that little witch stepped into the picture.

Now, just the thought of him being so near, set her blood on fire. 

But he had changed.

He no longer looked at her like some goddess. 

“Blaine.” She said, gently walking up to him. 

After all that had happened in the last two days, she desperately craved his touch.

But he just stood, looking at her.

“Blaine.” She said again, gently placing a hand on his chest.

“What happened to you, Ophelia?”

“Why do you care,” She finally groaned in exasperation.

“Because I want to know who was foolish enough to hit my wife.” He yelled.

She stepped back, shocked. 

But her heart leaped. He was still so dedicated to her.

“I don’t care about that. Have you thought that perhaps your wife has other needs.” She reached out and placed her hand on his abs.

“Not now, Ophelia.” Blaine responded and began to turn away.

“Why the hell not. I am your wife.” She lost it, finally releasing all her pent up frustration from the last few months. “You are no longer affectionate towards me. You have not touched me in months, Blaine.”

“Honey,” he said tiredly.

“Honey what? Why won’t you touch me, Blaine. You pursued me for years, how come the moment I fully give myself to you , you freeze up. Even after I almost died birthing your child.”

“Child you do not love.”

“What?’

“You are so neglectful of our daughter. It’s almost like Olivia is motherless.” He snapped, turning to face her again.

She raised her hands to slap him, but he caught it. 

He was looking at her with fiery eyes. 

Not at all the Blaine who would look at her with soft adoring eyes in the past.

“This. This is the problem.” He said, looking at her hand, suspended in the air. “I find myself thinking about how consumed I had been with the idea of making you mine, that I did not create time to know the real you.”

“What are you saying, Blaine? The real me? How can you say that when you know how much the birth of our child changed me.”

“I advised we wait. I told you there was no need to have a child so early, but you insisted because you were in this illogical competition with Ariel.”

She slapped him this time.

He looked at her, as her own eyes watered.

“I should not have said that.” He said quietly.

“But you did. You cheapened my sacrifice of birthing your child.”

“Our child, Ophelia.”

“Did you remember she was mine too when you were going on just now. This is about that little bitch right?”

“Stop calling her that.”

Ophelia gasped. 

“You cannot still be defending her. She practically stole your grandfather’s company.”

“And I will get it back.” He said strongly. “Mõshon will be all ours this time.” 

The determination in his eyes scared and excited her at the same time. 

Now this was a man. 

A worthy competition against Draco in all his mafia glory.

She closed the distance suddenly and kissed him. 

He did not resist, but did not immediately kiss her back either.

Her fingers travelled down to his pants, and gripped him. 

He placed his hands on her back this time, and squeezed her against himself.

She moaned, resisting happy tears. 

She had missed this so much. She had missed being so desired by him. 

She used both hands to work his zipper quickly and found his warm, pulsing, hard flesh. 

Blaine palmed her butt and kissed her hard. 

He picked her off the floor, and placed her on the desk, roughly pushing everything to the floor.

“Take me, please.” She found herself moaning as his tongue trailed down her neck, sending warm tingles all over her body.

She gripped his bulging, toned arms tightly.

He pushed her dress up to a bunch around her waist, then he stopped.

“Did you hear that?”

“What?”

“It sounded like a heavy fall.”

“Blaine.” She pulled his face close again. “I need you, now.” 

She took his hand and placed it up between her thighs.

His eyes looked distracted, and she feared he would stop, so she brought her lips to his, and feverishly explored his mouth in a warm kiss. 

Then they heard a scream. 

“Olivia.”

She froze. 

Blaine was already pushing off her.

“Honey, her nanny can take care of her. Why do we pay so much for a trained one, if she cannot handle Olivia on her own.”

Blaine did not even let her finish before he completely pushed her away. 

“You are her mother!” He yelled at her, and then he was gone.

She bit her lower lip, unable to hold back the tears that poured down her eyes anymore. 

She never suspected a day would come when the daughter she birthed to secure her place in Blaine’s life would actually put a divide between her and Blaine.

She could hear the house come alive, although it was late in the night, running footsteps, and occasional orders shouted out.

She reluctantly decided to go see what was happening.

“The little miss was not responding.” She heard a maid say loudly to her colleagues as she stepped into the hallway.

They all froze when they saw her. 

They bowed, and turned their full attention back to mopping the blood off the polished wood floor.