The Billionaire's Secret Child.

Chapter 16

Matteo's POV

Right now Grace is resting her head on my thigh, and we are on the couch in the wards' kitchenette. I catch myself staring at her, her soft blonde/brown hair and soft tan skin and run my fingers gently through her hair.

If you'd told me a month ago I'd be in this situation I would have laughed at you then dismissed you from my office, maybe even black listed you, but In Reality this is where I want to be. Ok, id rather Arloe not be sick, I'd rather us be a big happy family but go now, this will have to do.

I jump slightly when one of the other parents walks in, she is young, about 19, I think her daughter is in the bed one over from Arloe.

"Hi erm, are you Arloe's parents?' She asks hesitantly

"Yes we are" I reply gently in fear of upsetting of scaring her. She seems very timid.

"He just crashed, you need to get back..."

COULD SHE HAVE LEAD WITH THAT? She just wasted precious seconds asking me a obvious fucking question? Anyway...

"Thanks"

She leaves quickly.

I shake Grace awake...

"Grace... Grace"

"Yeah? What's wrong? How's Arloe"

"He just crashed we need to go!"

We both get up from the couch and run back to Arloe's room, the fear that runs through my veins is ice cold, colder than anything I've ever felt before.
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Grace's POV

"Grace...Grace..." Matteo almost shouts, his grip on my shoulders is tight and his tone is filled with worry.

"Yeah? What's wrong? How's Arloe?"

"He just crashed, we... " I don't even hear what Matteo says next because I am sprinting out of the kitchen and down the hall way back to his room. I can hear nurses and doctors shouting, heart machines going haywire, I burst into the room and see my worst nightmare.

Arloe being treated with a defibrillator.

His heart monitor is going crazy... the fibrillations are frenzied and rapid, Arloe's mouth is slightly open, his eyes are shut. His tiny body calm in a sea of chaos. It makes my stomach churn.

He is going to die.

My son is going to die.

I'm about to run to him when Matteo grabs my arms...

"Let then save him without the pressure of a distraught patient to work around, he knows how much you love him, stand her with me, we can watch over him, they can be his saviours..."

So that is what we do. We wait.

They deliver the second shock and his limp body thrashes up from the bed and falls back to it, then the heart monitor starts to sound normally again and the sigh of relief is audible throughout the room. Doctors are being shouted at and nurses and giving orders, chaos descends further and further and then a familiar face walks up to me and Matteo.

Jackson.

"Hey Grace, Arloe just experienced severe cardiac arrest. He is very unstable and although we were able to bring his back he needs surgery right now to prevent anything term damage since there is a blockage in the blood supply to his heart. He is being prepped for surgery now. We will be taking him in in 10 mins. I'll provide you with regular updates but I need to go prepare for surgery."

Jackson explains in more depth what just happened, as well as the procedure. They will basically fix the problem with his heart first and depending on his stability they will  proceed on to eradicating the tumour, if he is t stable enough he will need another surgery and won't be able to leave the hospital until he does.

I head over to Arloe's bed and stroke his hair.

"You gave your mama and papa quite a scare little one" I say to him, one tear slips from the corner of my eye.

"Papa?" Arloe says quietly and I can't believe my ears! He is awake? Less than 3 minutes ago he was being resuscitated?!

"Yes son, I'm here..." Matteo gently says.

"You're my papa?"

"Yeah... and you have to promise me that when the doctors are fixing you that you will be strong and not join the ghosts. We need to play soccer, eat donuts, play forts, play with your sister, and love our family, so promise me you will be strong and not join the ghosts, ok son?"

Arloe smiles and replies "yes papa"

The doctors then come in and wheel him away... the last thing I hear from my tiny 3 year old is...

"I love you mama and papa"