Just Him ❤

69. Canada. Pt 1

I emerge from the bathroom after taking a long, hot shower, dressed in black sweatpants and a long sleeved black t-shirt. The bedroom is lit brightly by the sun shining through the window and also onto the pure white snow outside. I let out a contented sigh, pleased that the long formula one season is finally over and that I'm now here, cosied up in my lodge in Norway for a week with my fiancee, Chloe. I hear a man's voice and stop for a moment, frowning, there should be noone else here but the two of us. Then I hear Chloe's voice, she sounds worried, panicked even. I open the bedroom door and step into the lounge. There he is, standing in front of her, close to her, holding a white piece of cloth in his hands.
"Yet again you've come along and ruined my life with the shit that comes out of your mouth and now you even have your fiancé in on the act." He raises his hand, her eyes are fixed on the cloth he holds on to. I know straightaway it'll have been contaminated with chloroform. I go to immediately cross the room to get to her but feel a hand on my shoulder, and a gun press to my head. I instantly stop still and my whole body goes cold. Chloe turns her head to look at me, her hair is still wet from her earlier shower, her body cocooned in the fluffy white bathrobe she has on. She looks terrified. "Ah good morning Sebastian." Stephen turns to look at me. "I'm just here to collect what I'm owed."
"Don't you dare lay one fucking finger on her!" Without thinking I make a bolt towards Stephen, knocking the older man to the ground and we start to tussle and grapple with each other, rolling one way on the floor and then the other. In my peripheral vision there's a flurry of white, then a loud bang that is unmistakably a gun shot. It causes both of us to stop, get up from the floor and look. The room has fallen deathly silent and I freeze, only able to watch on in horror as Chloe's white bathrobe begins to turn red where her hand is clutching at her abdomen. The colour drains from her face, her green eyes are wide open and her mouth hangs open in shock.
"No, no, no! Oh fuck no!" A voice makes me turn my head and I am shocked to be met with a pair of familiar eyes looking at my bleeding fiancee. Horror and guilt are very evident in their face and the gun falls from their shaking hand to the wooden floor with a loud clatter. I turn back to Chloe to see her standing still but swaying slightly.
"The baby." She whispers before falling to the ground. Baby? She's pregnant? "Seb? Seb!" I swear I can hear her calling for me as I look at her unconscious form on the floor. "Seb!!"

"Seb!!" Chloe sat up in bed, shaking his shoulder gently as she tried to rouse him from whatever his nightmare was. She was worried and a little frightened, she'd never known him to have a nightmare before. His body was soaked in sweat and it was running off of his face, through his hair and onto the pillow. "Seb, please!!" His eyes snapped open and darted to her.

"Chloe!" He sat up and flung his arms around her, he was suddenly shaking and taking in big shaky breaths as he realised she was safe, that they were both safe in a hotel suite in Montreal, Canada. "Oh thank god, thank fuck!"

"It's ok, you've had a nightmare." She stroked her fingers through his sweat soaked hair and down his back. "I'm fine, everything's fine Seb." She pulled back a touch and cupped his face in her hands. "Talk to me, tell me what it was about." She stroked her thumbs on his cheeks in an effort to sooth him.

"I have no idea where it even came from." He swallowed as he looked into her eyes. "It all seemed so fucking real." He laid himself back down on the bed, taking her with him, still holding onto her tightly.

"Something happened to me in it?" She asked quietly. He squeezed her tighter in response, he'd gone quiet and that worried her even more. "Tell me what happened." She lay her head on his chest, not caring how sweaty he was, she could hear his heart hammering in his chest. He only held her tighter still. "Seb, you're hurting me now." She tried to wriggle from his grip.

"Sorry." He mumbled, loosened his hold on her and instead concentrated on slowing down his breathing. Chloe was now stroking her fingertips in a circular motion on his chest, a move that he found quite calming and he pressed a kiss to her head in gratitude. After a few more minutes, he reached an arm out to the nightstand and picked up his phone to check the time. "I'm going to shower liebe, come with me." He sat up and got out of bed, he held a hand out to her and she clambered over the mattress to take his hand and follow him into the bathroom. She watched as he turned the shower on and put his hand under to check the temperature.