The Billionaire's Nanny

Tough choice

The wait was killing. So much so, that I paced the hospital room where we waited enough to drill a hole through the floor.

"Lucas, worrying is not going to do anything for you right now," Mia pointed out, from where she sat next to the window. She had arrived, apologetic and tear-filled a few hours ago, and knowing the real reason Chris had to leave, it was easier to let my anger with my sister and sister-in-law slide. I could not even do this without them anyways. My family was the only people I could show my real emotions to and right now, I felt dreadful. Every 'what if' in the book had gone through my mind, been refined, declined, and revisited. Thankfully, Lilian was kind enough to stay with the kids back at the villa, the last thing I needed was to have my kids within these hospital walls now.

That would be distracting.

"Not worrying is going to make me go crazy," I said, keeping up my pace. A loc of my hair fell to my face, a result of tugging it too hard in desperation and worry. I groaned harshly, pushing it back impatiently, "How long does it fucking take?"

"A long while Lucas. It's surgery, you have to give them time." she stretched her hand out in invitation, "come sit with me, you look exhausted."

"I dare anyone to walk back and forth for six hours without looking exhausted." I snapped, frustration bubbling up in my gut. Thankfully, my sister did not mind.

The doors burst open and I looked up quickly, hoping to see the doctor or someone with some news. In his defense, Robin did have some news. Just not what I was interested in at the moment. He strutted in, holding up his phone, "My phone is going crazy with calls," he sighed as he took a seat next to Mia, "First from mom, then dad, and the press. Apparently, they already spun various rumors in just a few hours."

"Fuck, how did they find out, we're not even in the country."

He gave a bitter laugh, "You underestimate those leeches. I have them handled though, leave it to me."

"Thanks, man."

"Anytime. But I should warn you though, you can't take any of mom's calls, at least not right now,"

"why?" Mia eyed him curiously.

"Well, you're only going to hear her sob out her worries and dad trying to pacify her. You know how she can be when she's worried."

"Noted," I said in a clipped tone, My phone vibrated in my pocket just as I spoke. "Speak of the devil."

As I pulled the cell from my pocket, the doors burst open and this time, relief washed through me as a doctor strode in. I looked at my phone briefly to see it was not a call from mom, but from my lawyer instead.

"Mr. Maxwell?" the doctor asked, looking between the three of us.

"That's me." I took a step forward, tossing my phone to Robin. He caught it in a smooth move. "Take that for me."

"Can we speak for a minute," the doctor asked, "in private?"

Obliging, I followed the doctor's lead, and shortly after, we arrived at his office. "Please take a seat, Mr. Maxwell,"

I waved a hand, too impatient for any formalities, "Just tell me how are they." I steeled myself, keeping my emotions unreadable, yet preparing for the worst.

"The surgery went well, and she is stable," he said, but his tone told me there was more.

"Good, that's wonderful," I sighed in relief, even though not fully satisfied by his answer, "but I asked, how they are?" I emphasized the 'they' this time.