Page 7 of King of my Heart
I want to believe him and believe his words are true. I know that when he learns of Samara that everything will change. I’m not meant for what Lawson has and that’s a mobster who wants the wife and kids. I'm not the marrying kind.
“I hear what you are saying but we both have things that are going on and life is not easy. Let’s play this one day at a time. Now I’m going to clean up and we are going to get started on what my real job is,” I grin before walking into the bathroom.
After I clean up and Aleksandr does the same we spend the day going over everything that I’m supposed to do with Alek doing amazingly delicious things in between. By the end of the day, I’m exhausted in every way possible. I don’t even wantto think about what I still have to take care of when I get home.
Don’t get me wrong I love Samara with everything I have. I just wasn’t ready for this and truly had no idea how hard it would be. I finally make it through the rundown apartment to find the sweet old lady from next door rocking Samara and singing in Spanish to her. When she sees me she smiles wide.
“Well hello, love, how was your first day?” she asks.
“Good. I think I’m going to like it and everything is going to work out just fine.”
“Good, Good. I need you to see this.” She says standing and uncovering Samara so I can see her fingers and toes. “Her little fingers and toes are purple and cold.”
“They’ve been like that and it seems sometimes that she doesn’t breathe well,” I tell her because I don’t know if babies are supposed to do that.
“You need to take her to the doctor, this is not okay. She is sick," she says.
“Will you come with me to the ER? I don’t want to wait. I don’t know if she has been to the doctor since she was born.,” I say knowing that she will come.
“Yes, let’s go now.” she rushes out in her sweet caring way.
I sigh trying to breathe through the anxiety that is coursing through me. I don't know if I can do this. How do parents live through this? We make it to the car, my neighbor gets in next to Samara talking quietly to her as I drive to the closest ER.
We make it there and they take us back quickly. I give them all my information and they get to work on her right away. I’m confused because normally when you go into an ER you are there for hours before you are seen. I’m holding a sleepingSamara in my arms, pacing with her as much as I can with all the wires that are connected to her when three doctors come in rolling a machine with them.
“Hi, Yelena, I’m doctor Ford the ER doctor. I have with me, Dr. Reese and Dr. Fanner, both of whom are cardiologists. We are going to do an ultrasound on little Samara and then they are going to walk you through the next steps,” Dr. Ford says.
My heart sinks and I want to cry at the thought of something being wrong with Samara. I lay Samara down on the bed and they start looking her over and then doing the ultrasound. When they are done both Cardiologists look at me and the sad smiles they give tell me things aren’t good.
“It appears that little Samara here has two holes in her heart. This is making her heart work overtime and in a way that won't allow her to get the blood where it needs to be,” Dr. Resse says.
“So what does this mean?” I question them.
“Well, this one,” Dr. Fanner starts pointing at the screen, “will most likely close up on its own. This one will require surgery to repair.”
I can’t breathe. My world is starting to go dark.
“Heart surgery? She is so little, how could you possibly want to do heart surgery?” I barely get out.
“We do this all the time. Everything will be okay. Our office will be in touch with you tomorrow to set this up and talk about everything,” Dr. Resse says sweetly.
“I don’t understand, I need you to walk me through this,” I whisper, sitting on the edge of the big bed with my little angel in it.
Dr. Resse and Dr. Fanner spend time explaining things and answering all my questions letting me know that when I speak to their office I can ask even more questions. I know I will have more but right now I just know that I need to get her home and love on her.
I get the call while on lunch the next day and get everything scheduled when they tell me how much it cost and what I’ll have to have upfront. I want to scream. I can’t come up with that much money. I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do. Aleksandr knows something is off but doesn’t push me to tell him. I have exactly three weeks to come up with the money.
I’m sitting at my desk entertaining an invoice for a new vendor. I know from the vendor information that this is one of the companies that Aleksandr and his men are using to wash money. So I know that some information is going to be missing. That’s when it hits me I know what I’m going to have to do.
I just pray that when I’m caught, because I know I will be, that Samara is okay in the end. Taking a deep breath I add another new vendor.
Chapter Six
Aleksandr
It’s beenthree weeks since Yelena started and things could not be more fucking amazing. I get her all day. We have fucked in every way possible on every surface of my office. She is the best assistant that I’ve ever had. Things are in order and because I know she knows that there are things that are not always on the up and up I’m able to allow her into some of those parts.
I’m whistling as I walk into my office. Today I’m going to ask Yelena to dinner and move this out of just fucking and into more. That is until I find my second in command and accountant sitting in my office.
