The Billionaire's Secret Child.

Chapter 11 - Fear

Grace's POV
I had drinks with Carlos last night, he is a nice guy and I genuinely like him. He makes me smile and laugh like a mad man, he showed a true interest in my kids too which is usually hard to find in a guy.

Usually, men don't want to date a girl who has 'baggage'. My kids are obviously not 'baggage and I will end a date if anything bad is asked about my kids.

In the few times that I've dated since the twins and since Matteo I have been asked some strange questions; when will they go to boarding school? Is their father in the picture? Can't he take them?

FUCK NO!

Anyway, my point is that Carlos is a nice guy and tonight I am supposed to be going out to dinner with him to a small Spanish restaurant about a 20 minute drive from The Belmont.

'Hey mama' Weaver says as she walks into my room. I look at the alarm clock. 6:00am.

'Hey sweetie, how did you sleep?'

'Good mama' she smiles and wipes her eyes, she has her ratty old teddy, bish, in her hand and a cute little floral set of jammies.

'Mama! Mama! Arloe shouts from the room across from me and I know he is excited about school today. I hear the pitter patter of tiny feet running to my room.

'Mama we goin scwool today? He asks.

'Yes monkey, yes you are'

'Yeahhh!' Said both kids in unison before running off to their rooms to change. I know that Arloe will need help, he isn't as coordinated as his sister because of his condition.

I pad silently to his room and open the door he is trying really hard to pull his t-shirt over his head but can't manage so I help him. He has a blue long sleeved t-shirt on that says 'I know! I know! I am handsome'

I grab him some dark wash jeans with an elastic waistband and put them on him, I also get him some socks and shoes from the drawers and put them on his feet! He looks so cute!!!

'Mama, I'm so excited to see Dustin again!' Dustin is Arloe's best friend at school and Dustin's mother is my best friend, although I haven't spoken to her in awhile even though she teaches my children's class.

Weaver is dressed in a pretty blue and white floral dress, with mini white converse and frilly socks. For a three year old she sure has great style!

I give them breakfast before dropping them off at school it is now 8:40 am and I have just gotten into work.

It is then that I see Evie at reception, and head over to talk to her.

'Hey girl, long time no see!'  I say

'Yeah I know!' She pulls me into a hug

'You free at lunch I need to talk to you, about something important?'

'Yeah sure, it wouldn't happen to do with super hot new boss man that demanded your number and threatened to fire me would it?'

'You mean Matteo?'

'The one and the same!'

'OMG?! He threatened to fire you!? That's it I've had enough of his shit?! We need to catch up Eves! I'll see you at lunch!' I left her at the reception desk and headed to the restaurant to start my morning as waitressing.

That's when my phone rang and my world began falling apart....

'Hello, Miss Clark-Tremblay, your son has just collapsed in school, he told the teacher he had headache at about 8;00 am then his speech when slurry and he collapsed. We have an ambulance on the way now considering the seriousness of your sons past health records. The ambulance will be taking him to Barcelona's Children hospital. The class has been dismissed and my staff are calling parents to bring them home. Mrs. Mitchell will be accompanying your children in the ambulance. I'm very sorry Grace, but I have faith in God that your son will be fine.'

'Erm thanks for calling me, I've got to go but I'll keep you updated. Bye'

With that I hung up and ran to reception to tell Evie about Arloe and that I need to leave now! That is when Carlos came around the corner and saw my frantic state, I explained everything before I started crying, he held me in his arms and kissed my head, he told me that 'everything is going to be fine, but we need to go to the hospital. Now.'

We arrived at the hospital and all but ran through the corridors to the childrens neurology ward. That is the service he will need. We enter the neurology ward and I ask the receptionist what room Arloe Clark-Trembley is in, she replies '32'

Me and Carlos walk past rooms filled with sick children, and parents drowning in despair, I don't want to be that parent again. But. By the sounds of it, I will be. Carlos seems to sense my mood, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me around to face him. We are stood in the middle of the corridor.

'Grace, you are strong. You went through this once on your own. I know that must have been the hardest year or so of your life, but you have me too now. They might not be my kids but I am ready to be there for you both, I will support you all, I will support you. I really like you Grace so let me be there for you.'

'Ok' I whisper, he hugs me quickly and we head just a couple more rooms down and find Weaver, Rebecca (Dustin's mother), and Arloe is laid on the hospital bed with IV cables scattered all around him, heart monitor stickers and even the pulse monitor on his tiny little finger. He looks so small, so breakable, I want to cry but I can't. I've told myself I can't cry in front of Weaver it will only scare her further and I don't want to look weak.

'Mommy' I hear a small, weak, slurred mumble come from Arloe's lips, and that's it, I can't hold it in any longer. I push past weaver gently and reach over the hospital bed bars to hold Arloe's tiny hand and stroke his hair back with my other, everyone in the room leaves...

'Mommy, why... why am I here'

'Because the doctors want to make sure you are ok sweetie, you gave everybody quit the scare'

'Like a ghost?' Arloe loves ghosts he think they are everywhere, he talks to them sometimes and I wonder if his latest MRI wasn't correct.

'Yes Arloe, you scared people like a ghost'

'Mommy?'

'Yeah?'

'I love you, but what if I join the ghosts? You would never have to come back to the hospital, you would never have to cry again, you could be happy' I know what he is asking, if he 'joins the ghosts' that means...death.

'Sweetie... if... if... you join the ghosts it will break mommy's heart she would cry and cry and cry until she died from a broken heart so Arloe I need you to promise me something right now' I say my voice becoming stern 'promise me that you will never join the ghosts... ever. Stay with mommy and Weaver and Dustin, ok?'

'Ok Mommy, i promise.' And he drifts of to sleep. Then realisation hits me.

My sons feels like he is going to die.

I run out of the room to the nurses desk...

'I need the doctor and I need him now....right now... I need to see my sons doctor!'

The nurse looks at me confused before checking that my son is on in his bed, your son is ok for now, the doctor will be here when he he is needed'

'But miss, my son's condition had worsened, his hallucinations are worse!'

'Ok, miss Tremblay we will send a doctor in as soon as possible'

'Thank you' I whisper before collapsing on the floor, the last thing I heard before everything went black was Matteo shouting....

'GRACE?!'