Page 53 of Claimed By Him

“Oh, God!”

I cried out in pain, and suddenly, my eyes went wide. I wiggled my thighs. My seat was wet.Oh shit!Gio’s seat was wet! I was lost, alone, and sitting in a puddle of fucking amniotic fluid.

Fucking fantastic!

At least the first contraction had passed for now. I pushed back, trying to take deep breaths, and calm myself down.My phone. I needed my phone. I looked over and saw my handbag had fallen off the front seat when I hit brakes so abruptly, so I leaned over the middle console, trying to reach it on the floor, but my stomach was in the way.

“Aaargh!” I cried out in frustration; I just couldn’t reach it. I would have to walk around the car and fetch it from the other side.Fuck!I sat back again, closing my eyes, and trying to catch my breath.

I opened my door and heard footsteps outside.Thank God!

“Fiona?”

My eyes widened, that voice…Oh shit, no… No, no no!

“What the fuck… Fiona!” Tony’s face appeared next to me, his eyes wide, and staring down at my stomach. “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking pregnant!”

“I’m in fucking labor too, you idiot!” I finally managed to growl out as my next contraction set in. “Ooow!”

I felt his hands slide under my knees and behind my back, then pull me out of the car.

“What are you doing?” I asked frantically. He walked to his car behind mine and carefully put me down on the back seat.

“I’m taking you to the hospital, Fi.” He disappeared, and I heard the door of Gio’s car slamming shut. I lay down on my back and rubbed my stomach, breathing deeply.

I felt furious; not only were my plans ruined, but now Tony was here. Why, out of anyone who could possibly have pulled over behind me, did it have to be him?

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Tony

Holy fucking shit.

Fiona was fucking pregnant. And not just that, but in goddamn labor. I quickly pulled Gio’s car off the road with my phone against my ear.

“Ace! Call Gio and tell him his car is five blocks north of the Moretti estate. I found Fiona in it, and I’m taking her to the hospital.”

“Shit! Did she crash it?”

“She’s in labor.”

“Oh…” He didn’t sound surprised. “I was gonna tell you, man.”

I killed the call and climbed back into my car. “You alright, Fi?”

She lay with her arm over her eyes, mumbling a faint reply. I put the car in gear and shot into the traffic, swerving between cars with my hazards on. I didn’t know much about pregnancy or labor, but I was sure that if there was still time between contractions, she could make it to the hospital.

“Were you trying to drive yourself to the fucking hospital? What happened?”

I heard her sigh. “No.” She clearly didn’t want to talk to me, in pain or not.

I literally got back to town last night. No one mentioned a goddamn thing about Fiona being pregnant! Was she already married? Did old Marchesi knock her up that quickly? Or was it… could it be mine? I tried to do the math.

“Aaaaah!” She cringed, clutching her stomach.

“It’s okay baby, hold on. Only a few more miles.”

“I’m not—aah!—I’m not your fucking baby, Tony,” she growled out angrily.

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