SYDNEY'S POV
Isabella's cry made my heart clench. What did those bastards do to her? I pick her up and rush towards the helicopter and place her on the seat horizontally. I make sure she's safe and won't fall before I jog to the pilot’s side to find a dead man. What the hell happened here?
I take the body and throw it aside and climb into the bloody cockpit. Everything was set ready. I only have to take off and that's what I do.
I land the helicopter ten minutes later on the helicopter pad on the roof and some nurses run to me looking confused.
"My wife. Help her." One of them nods and runs to a small building on the side and takes a stretcher. I carry Isabella to it and they take off running as I follow them closely.
"God." I let out a shaky breath.
"Who are you to her sir." A dark skinned woman asks me when Isabella gets into the emergency room. I almost look at her dumbly. I just announced she's my wife a few minutes ago. I sigh and let it slide.
"Husband. She's my wife. Isabella Kings." I say as I try looking through the glass windows.
"We have to do an emergency caesarean section. The baby is distressed and if we don't do anything soon we might lose both mother and child. How long is she?" The doctor questions as she writes.
"She just turned eight months a week ago." I say and she nods.
"Any complications?"
"No. She just has anxiety attacks and nothing else. She's been stressed for the last few hours." I try giving as much information as possible. The doctor nods and gives me something to sign before operating on Isabella.
I sit as I wait. My baby will come sooner than we expected. 'Oh. Izzy. Please fight for us.' I knew I shouldn't have brought her to my world. Today she acted like she was meant for it though. She commanded my men like the queen she's meant to be. My queen. My love. The mother of our baby... And those to come.
Does the baby even have anything to cover him? Oh God. Can I get an open store right now? My phone starts vibrating snapping me back to reality.
"Sydney Kings." I say.
"Sir." I notice it's Joey. " We've done what Mrs Kings ordered. We have the girl. And we found Luke and Candice locked up." At least something’s looking good.
"Are all the Italians down?" I ask. I shot Marko in his leg and ordered some of my men to take him to America. To my headquarters. Joey answers me with a yes and I tell him to take Cataliya to a safe place. Izzy had an envelope addressed to her but I kept it. She'll deal with it when she gets out of here.
"Go to a store and tell them you need things for a new-born baby. They should give you everything you need and bring them here." I tell him and hung up after he tells me a congratulations and he's on his way.
A nurse passes me and looks at me wide eyed and moves to me.
"Sir. You're hurt and you still have blood oozing out your wounds." I didn't even notice them. The doctor didn't even address it. I already got a bullet out from my thigh. "Painkillers will do." I feel a slight headache and pain throughout my body. How come I never noticed them before? Must be the adrenaline.
"Come on. Can you walk?" I nod and follow her to a ward. "Just lie on the bed and rest. I'll wake you up when your wife is out." I think about the offer for a minute. I really need to sleep. I had an accident and got shot then fought. Maybe some rest won't hurt. But what about Izzy?
"My wife s..." The nurse cuts me off and I raise my eyebrows.
"This is the best hospital in Toronto and doctor Clara is one of the best in the country. Just rest." Damn. She sounds convincing. I lay cautiously and close my eyes and immediately, I drift off to sleep.
ISABELLA'S POV
Beep
Beep
Beep
Not that sound again. I groan. I look around and see white walls with some light brown patterns. I look at the machines hooked up and see some colourless liquid. Where is Sydney? I try getting up but a searing pain shoots from my abdomen. What the hell? I look down to my stomach covered in a blue hospital gown. Why am I felling pain? Wait! Why is my tummy flat? My baby. Is he dead? Oh God? "Sydney?" My voice calls as the beeping sound gets louder. A nurse gets into the room followed in by Joey.
"My baby. Where is he? Where's my baby?" I shout and the nurse runs out again. Joey comes to me in panic and says something but I can't hear. The nurse gets in with a dark skinned lady who I assume is the doctor.
They inject something through the tubes. "No don't put me to sleep. I want my baby. That's all." I say as I suddenly feel drowsy. "You'll pay for this." I mutter incoherently as I drift of to sleep.
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I wake up to the same room and a nurse fixing some of the medicine.
"Mrs Kings. You're awake." I hum and suddenly I remember my baby.
"Where's my son and husband?" I try to ask calmly. I don't need to be put to sleep again.
"Um. I'll call doctor Clara in a second." She gets out immediately. Why do I feel like there's something wrong? Where's Sydney? I never wake up in hospital and find him. The dark skin lady from before comes in followed by a nurse holding a baby shawl. The lady smiles at me.
"Hello, Mrs Kings. I'm Clara. Your doctor. We performed a C-section since you were unconscious when your husband brought you in. You have a beautiful baby boy." She smiles and moves to the side as the nurse brings what I presume is my baby to me.
"He's awake." The nurse informs me as I take my baby and beautiful blue eyes look at me. He's got my eyes. A fat drop of tear falls to the baby's forehead. My baby. My son.
"Where's Sydney?" Doctor Clara takes in a deep breath.
"Your husband is in induced coma. He was severely injured and his body needed to get rest. He was bleeding but couldn't leave you alone. I saw him and how worried he was and knew moving him away from you would be pointless so I sent a nurse who's really good at convincing people. He'll be mad when he wakes up but it will be worth it." I nod and thank her.
The baby starts crying and I take out my breast to breastfeed him. The doctor and nurse leave to give me some privacy and I'm left alone with my prince. I look at his face trying to memorize it. He has taken after his dad. I caress his cheek with the back of my finger until he finishes suckling. I wait for him to barf before making some room beside me. I kiss his forehead and watch him sleep.
My mind goes to his dad. How injured is he? Will he be okay? I should go and see him. Or maybe have his bed brought here. Yeah. I'll do just that. With that I drift off to sleep.