Chapter5

#Chapter5

I lift my brows:/"S-s-she-she's still p-pregnant?/" I stutter and the nurse reluctantly nods.

/"We think so, yes. I mean, there's definitely a heartbeat, it's just that it's so incredible. This is practically medically impossible, which is why we're all so puzzled. With a hit like that.../" she trails off, but soon regains composure. /"If this is actually real and god hope that the baby is okay, she will need to be as careful as possible during the pregnancy. By that I mean spend as much time as possible laying in bed, absolutely not lifting anything heavy; if possible, not lifting anything at all. We will prescribe her additional vitamins and minerals and maybe even a diet./".

She stops for a second, taking a deep breath and then looks at me. /"I still can't believe this is real. You must be the luckiest person alive; something up there must've really wanted this child on the planet./" she says and without giving me a chance to ask her anything, she hurries off, shaking her head.

Not knowing what to do or say, I look at Beatrice sitting next to me. She lets out a deep breath, a show-stopping smile on her face. /"Oh, Axel!/" she exclaims and then wraps her arms around me as tightly as possible.

I start to awkwardly wrap my arms around her as well, not knowing what else to do, when the rest of the doctors start leaving Soph's room. Immediately, I stand up, getting in their way.

The doctor closest to me frowns. /"Didn't the nurse tell you about the baby?/" he asks and I shake my head. /"She did, but she didn't tell us anything about Sophie./" I ask and he nods in understanding.

/"Oh. Well, she's fine, but I honestly don't think she'll be waking up soon. It was probbaly just the nerves contracting on their own, not because she moved them./" he explains and starts to walk past me, but I move to block his way again.

/"I have another question. Can she be moved to her home? I'll hire a nurse full time, I'll pay anything just to have her back home with me./" I say and he sighs. /"I'm not sure that's a good idea-/"he begins, but raises his brows at the look of my face, /"but if that would really mean that much to you, I guess we could move her. The paparazzi would bother me as well./" he explains and I smile. /"Now, you can go to the counter at the entrance and tell them I said that, but please, let me go. I have an operation in a few minutes./"

I gladly let him brush past me, and I look at coach. /"I'm going to arrange everything to get her home with me, us. Will you look after Soph?/" I ask them and leave without waiting for their reply.

In less than half an hour, everything is arranged, and Sophie is being put in the ambulance truck. Thankfully, the paparazzi haven't discovered what's going on yet.

/"We'll need to talk about something, now that Sophie will be back home./" coach says and I lift my brows.

I have a feeling this is about my lack of training in the past few days.

/"What do you mean?/" I sigh and he bites his bottom ip. I'm sure he's figuring out the way how to tell me without touching any sensitive topics.

/"Well, you're still a boxer, which means you need to train to stay at the top. A lot./" he begins, and I purse my lips.

/"In case you haven't noticed, I kinda have an extreme fucking situation in my life at the moment./"I reply with a less kind tone, pointing with my head to the ambulance and he rolls his eyes.

/"Don't you dare go all passive-agressive on me. I'm well aware that your girlfriend is in a coma, considering she's going to become my daughter in law. I just don't want you to give up on everything until she is fine. That's not what she'd want, is it?/" he asks with a lifted brow and now it's my turn to roll my eyes.

This bastard. God knows I can't say anything when he puts it that way.

/"No, that's not what she'd want,/" I grit out, /"but I'm not leaving the apartment. Who knows what can happen./" I say and he smiles. /"I know that, but don't worry. I have a plan./"

What the fuck is he talking about?

/"Explain./" I say a single word and that is enough for him to jump into a full presentation of his idea.

Apparently, there's a small gym in my apartment, big enough for my needs of training. He plans to work my ass off there for about ten hours a day; that earned a big /"no/" from me because then what was the point of getting her home if I'm going to be training that much.

He lowered the amount to seven hours, and I wanted four.

So, in the end, we decided for seven hours.

Fucking bastard.

But that was not it; each weekend, I would have a fight with one of the UFC champions because that's what was written in the contract apparently. It wasn't the official start of the annual tournament, these fights were simply for the judges to put us on a scoreborad and constantly know who is a the top, who is at the bottom, etc.

His presentation goes on for what feels like hours, when i finally tell him to fuck off and leave me alone.

/"Fine, but don't you forget to meet me in the gym tomorrow at seven a.m./"he says and then finally fucks off and leaves me alone with Sophie.

I sigh and lay my head on her bed, next to her head. /"He can be a real pain in the ass./" I whisper to her, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, and then laying down in my bed just next to her.

After agonizing days, I can finally get my sleep knowing that she's safe right next to me.

/"I love you./" I say, her hand in mine, as I look at her face, and then I move my eyes to her belly. /"And I love you, kiddo. Good night./"

In less than five minutes, I'm asleep.