𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

In Bed With The Enemy Pt 2| Request

The lone light bulb flickers, casting long shadows around the dark brick room. I breathe in, only tasting the tang of copper and the faint smells of old water coming from a leaky pipe somewhere. I resist the urge to gag, it's sudden and completely unexpected, especially since I've grown accustomed to the grousome and macabre in my line of work as a spy/mercenary. The man sobs, head hanging low as his limbs strain against the chair he'd tied to.

Remembering I'm still on a job and not back at that hotel room from five weeks ago, I blink away the memories and haze of Leon's flirting words and sensual touches. We both had a great time, and I definitely felt like sticking by his side like a stray that felt a touch of affection after being alone for so long, but inevitability we went our separate ways. I regret it, but we live two completely different lives, plus I originally intended to kill him, so our history isn't all butterflies and rainbows.

"Is everything you told me it? There's nothing else lurking in that dull, little mind of yours?" I ask the man, using a steely tone as I bury my emotions low. The man sobs, shaking his head pathetically as blood trickles from his temple. I hum, my heels echo around thd room as I approach him and use a gloved hand to raise his face, the second his eyes meet mine a sudden wave of nausea hits me. I swallow back the sickness, opting to finish this job quick. With a swift move I grab my gun from my thigh and deliver a bullet through his head, ending the traitorous man quicker than I usually would.

Once alone, I finally drop to my knees, heaving as I shake and burst out into a cold sweat. I frown, wiping my mouth with a trembling hand. "What the hell...?" I whisper to myself, pushing against the floor and into a sitting position. I've never, ever got sick during a job, and usually avoid illnesses altogether. I frown, taking calming breaths that only seem to make me feel worse. I glare at the corpse, as if he's the reason, but deep down I know it's something else.

I shove the possibilities aside as I get to my feet, stumbling until I catch myself. With a quick fix of my hair and a reload of my gun, I turn around and begin getting myself out of this dank place.

The second I'm back into the room of the hotel I'm staying at, the nausea comes back again, but this time with a headache. I dart for the bathroom, not even having time to take off my weapons as I expel my stomach contents with the force of a hurricane. Once done, I slump back gasping for air as my head pounds. I try to think of any chances of being ill or infected with something, but I know I'm healthy and tend to keep away from most people.

Apart from Leon, five weeks ago.

My eyes widen at the realisation. I try to recall our night together, though to be honest I was drunk and less observant than I usually am. I let loose, but whilst opening my heart and legs, I might've gotten more than I bargained for. I don't want to acknowledge the possibility of being pregnant, but with the symptoms showing up and the clock ticking, I don't have a choice.

Feeling okay once more, I take shower and change my clothes, opting for comfort rather than seduction before making my way across the street. I buy dinner as well as a couple of pregnancy tests, and then rush back to my room, devouring the food before having the courage to take the tests. My knee bounces as I perch on the edge of the claw foot tub, I could just be paranoid and overreacting, but at the same time I also know that I'm only making excuses. I've felt...off...for a couple of weeks now, but I put the restlessness and exhaustion to being overworked.

Finally when my watch tells me it's time, I pick up the tests and explore my fate.

Positive. Positive.

I go numb, feeling nothing but my own racing heart as I clench the two tests in my hands. I'm not sure how I feel. I'm a spy, a mercenary for hire, I never imagined I'd have time for a family, yet alone a child. But deep down inside of me, I guess that's why I let my guard down and seeked out Leon that night, I've always been invisible. It comes naturally in my profession, but I can never get rid of the feelings of yearning and desperation to be seen. To be wanted. To be loved.