Her Swedish Billionaire’s Baby

Samara…

He was already out the door. His assistant asking what was happening and not getting a response.

“Who?”

“She’s unconscious. The emergency team on site was barely able to understand the problem, Mr Fredriksen.”

“I’m on my way.”

Why didn’t he bring the Ducati? It would be quicker than the car. He needed to make sure this was not some sort of prank or ruse however.

“Samara,” he talked to the car phone system.

He heard the dialing tones and almost immediately “The person you are trying to reach has the phone disconnect or is out of reach.”

He was getting increasingly worried.

Bjorn breathed deeply. Samara was at the Hospital. He pressed the accelerator a bit deeper as he got his assistant up to speed.

“I’m on my way, Sir. Meet you there.”“Hi. I’m Bjorn Fredriksen someone called me?”

“Hello. It was me. Your friend is in emergency surgery right now. The doctor will talk to you as soon as they finish.”

“What happen?”

“Only thing I know is that she had a pregnancy related emergency.”

He walked into the waiting room but he couldn’t sit down, he just kept passing while calling his lawyer.

“Demerle.”

“Bjorn Fredriksen. What can I do for you today?”

“Samara…” his voiced faltered enough for Demerle to understand that this wasn’t the regular kind of call he got from Bjorn.

“What’s wrong with Samara?”

“She had some sort of emergency, I don’t know any details but… she’s in surgery now. Can you…”

“I will get the details, Bjorn.” He promised.

“Thank you.”

He looked out into the city and found that in that moment the only thing that mattered was out of his reach on a surgical bed fighting for her life.

*****

“Sir?”

Bjorn nodded at Inga like he had done a thousand time but she could feel it was different this time.

“How is she?”

“She’s in surgery. I didn’t see her yet.”

“Are you sure it’s her?”

“Yes.”

She held him tight once more. “I’m sure she will be okay, Sir. She’s strong.”

Bjorn curiously felt a lump in his throat. He was glad Inga was here with him.

“Come, let’s sit down.”

“I can’t, I just…”

“Bjorn.”

“Alison? And Chris? Khaled?”

“I called them since they’re next of kin and nobody had thought to.”

“And we came as soon as Inga hung up. We may have our differences Bjorn but it’s Samara.”

He didn’t care about their differences, about the battle ahead, he cared that Samara was going to be alright.

“Thank you.”

Chris just nodded before sitting in a chair right by Alison’s side.

“How is she?”

Inga answered for him and he was grateful for that.

“She’s in surgery.”

Bjorn’s phone rang it was Kennedy.

“Demerle.”

“Bjorn, I don’t have good news…” he had to sit, now he had to sit for his legs could no longer hold him “… the information I have is that the doctors have categorized her as being in critical condition but cannot identify the source of the problem.” His lawyer didn’t tell Bjorn that the paramedics on site were surprised to know she was still alive.

“Thank you Demerle.”

He blanched, fighting actual tears. He couldn’t understand his reactions at all.

“Sir?”

“It was Kennedy. I ask him to get more information about Samara’s condition.”

Chris wished he hadn’t but he understood Bjorn’s need to know.

“It’s not good.”

Inga moved to the chair beside him and sighed in sympathy folding her hands in self comfort as she watched him swallow his emotion, eyes covered by both his hands.“Mr Fredriksen?”

He stood up. The doctor was standing at the door with a serious look in his face.

“I’m Bjorn Fredriksen.”

The doctor smiled and Bjorn felt relief filling him.

“I understand you are the baby’s father? You’ll be glad to know we’ve stabilized the mother. She’ll stay in ICU for the night and we’ll see how it goes in the morning.”

“May I see her?”

“We shall arrange that as soon as she leaves ICU; so perhaps in the morning.” The doctor looked to everyone standing there looking expectantly at him. “Only one at a time.”

As the doctor left Inga turned to Bjorn, “See, she’s strong.”