My Millionaire Boss

The scream wanted to escape my throat as soon as the searing pain hit me . But I had to be strong. Not for me, but for the baby that wanted to be born at all costs. I managed to walk to the apartment door which was locked. I wouldn't be able to drive to a hospital, and most likely there wouldn't be time for an ambulance to arrive to help me. My only alternative at that moment was to reach my neighbor's front door. Fabiana, besides being a neighbor, had become my best friend. And I knew that as soon as she got a knock on her door, she would be ready to help me. When I managed to unlock the door, another wave of contraction hit me, making me stop, putting my hand on the wall to support myself and wait for the pain to pass. It lasted a few minutes, and when it passed, I started walking again, stopped in front of my friend's door and knocked. It didn't take long to open. And as soon as she did, I regretted having only her to look for. Fabiana looked beautiful in a short black dress, which shaped her slim and perfect body that made me envious, with well-placed curves, just right. The makeup was discreet, highlighting every detail on her face, especially her full mouth, highlighting her black skin. She was ready to leave, and it wasn't fair for me to be there stopping her from doing so. - What happened? Are you well? Before I could say anything, another contraction had me squirming and leaning on my friend, who promptly grabbed me by the arms. — Contractions, the baby is going to be born. Was all I could say and I watched as her eyes widened at me. — What do you mean, being born? Where is your husband? That was a great question. Otávio had left in the morning, leaving me alone all day. A woman just over thirty-nine weeks pregnant. — I don't know, he left this morning and hasn't come back yet. I squeezed his arm a little tighter when I felt the pain worse. As soon as it eased a little, I apologized and she asked me to come in. — No. I was going to ask you to take me to the hospital. I couldn't drive like that. I pointed to my body hunched against my huge belly. - Clear. My friend quickly got ready, closing her own door and leaving for my house, taking the bags that were already packed and the car key. We went down the elevator, and the interval between my contractions was getting shorter and shorter. Luckily for me, the hospital where I was being monitored wasn't that far away, and as soon as I arrived, a team picked me up in the parking lot at Fabiana's request, wheelchair and everything. — Fabi, thank you very much for everything, my friend. I don't want to bother you any more than that. There's no need to wait — I said, holding her hand as she was pushed towards the hospital. — Really imagine that I'm going to leave you here alone. I wouldn't leave you even if your worthless husband was here. Hearing her talking like that hurt me. Not for my husband, but for the baby who wasn't even born yet, but already had a terrible father. Otávio was a totally different person when we met. Affectionate, loving and attentive. But the moment we got married and started living together, everything changed. I was a woman from a small town with no family nearby, so he took advantage of that. And everything got worse when I found out about my pregnancy. Not that my son was a burden to me, far from it. That child, whose face I hadn't even seen yet, was the only thing that kept me going every day, that cheered me up in the mornings when I woke up alone, because Otávio hadn't come home after a night out partying. I didn't know him, but I already loved him with my whole life. I squeezed his hand tighter in a comforting silence, despite the tense moment, and we continued heading to the hospital. I went into the room alone,