Victoria The Billionaires Maid

VICTORIA’s POV

I woke up on Thursday morning having strange, tight feelings in my abdomen. It wasn’t pain, just a tightness that wasn’t there before. I took a long hot shower before getting dressed for work and that seemed to relax it some. When I made it to the kitchen, Liz and Gloria were having breakfast.

“Good morning, sunshine. There is French toast and bacon on the stove.”

“Thanks, Liz. I think I need tea and crackers today.”

With concern in her eyes, Liz said, “Why? What’s wrong? You shouldn’t still be having morning sickness. You’re too far along for that.”

I smiled to alleviate her anxiety. Just as she was looking at me, one of the tight feelings turned into a painful cramp. I willed myself not to wince. I didn’t want to worry her. “No, not morning sickness. Maybe just a touch of a stomach bug or something… I’m sure it will pass.”

“I have to get to work, ladies.” Gloria got up from the table and took her dishes to the sink. “You girls have a good day.”

“You too!” We both told her. I made my tea and when I sat down with it at the table, Liz was still looking at me funny.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Are they working you too hard at the mansion? You shouldn’t be overdoing it. You’re so close…”

Smiling I interrupted her and said, “The most stressful thing I’ve done all week is pack Mrs. Reigns’ expensive underwear and swimsuits. I’m fine.” As I assured her of that, my stomach clenched again.

She made a face at the mention of Cassandra and said, “Where is she going?”

“She went to Belize with her husband.”

“He’s taking her on vacation when you’re so close to having his baby?”

“Liz, first of all, it’s a business trip. Second of all, she doesn’t know this is his baby. Third of all and most importantly, she’s his wife, not me.”

“He’s really lucky this is you and not some other woman. Any other woman would have told his wife by now and had this splashed all over the tabloids.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But I don’t think he deserves that. I honestly believe he is doing his absolute best with all of this, just like I am.”

She snorted again and stood up with her dishes. I had a hand on my belly. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can call into work…”

“I’m fine,” I told her again. “You can’t call in. You’re a minion for the parade today.”

She laughed, “Yes I am. I’ll be stuffed tightly into a yellow suit gasping for fresh air all day. Whoo Hoo! Love my job.” She was being facetious. She did love her job. I’d gone and watched her character stuff before at the theme park. She was great.

“I have to go to work in a few myself. Have a great day, okay?”

“You too,” she said, still with a worried look. “You call me if you need anything okay?”

“I will.” I watched her go, thinking about how lucky I was once again. After I finished my tea and straightened up a bit, the tightness had completely gone away. I dressed and went to work and began my day.

“Mando!” I was dusting the guest room furniture when I heard the voice. I looked up to see Manny standing there. He had brought the workers up to do some more work on the nursery. I laughed.

“Man-Do? Really? Would you do that to your child?”

“I might,” he said. “But since I’m gay I may never get the chance to find out.” I tried not to look shocked. I had no idea Manny was gay. I saw him suppress a smile as he said, “Are you going to judge me now?”

“Have you judged me for being unwed and pregnant?”

“Not in the least,” he said.

“That’s how I feel about you being gay, Manny. It doesn’t change who you are to me. You’re my friend. Your lifestyle doesn’t factor into that.” He smiled broadly then.

“Thanks, so Man-do?”

Laughing, I said, “No way.” He left to head for the basement. Now that Alex wasn’t having parties down there every night, there was a lot less for him to do. I saw him a lot more.

But that was good. I liked him a lot. I finished the guest room and was passing by the nursery. I hadn’t allowed myself to look at it… especially after witnessing more than one fight between Cassandra and Alex over it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it still. Too many conflicting emotions.

“Miss?” I stopped. One of the workers was calling to me.

“Yes?”

“I needed an opinion on something. I saw that you were pregnant… I’m sorry, I don’t mean to presume…”

I laughed. “I am pregnant,” I said. It was so obvious yet he was afraid of offending me.

“Is this nursery for your baby?” he asked.

“Yes, at least for now. I’m sure Mr. Reigns intends it for anyone who needs it.”

“Oh, well since it will be your baby’s for now, maybe you could look at the closet for me and see if it looks like it will work.”

“Um… sure,” I followed him into the room and stopped dead in my tracks. The walls were a pale blue color… so pale they were almost white. The windows, two large ones, were trimmed in dark blue and the seat cushions in them were a dark and light blue paisley. There was a white crib and dresser, a changing table, and a rocking chair… It was huge and it was beautiful and it was completely furnished, right down to toys and blocks in the dark blue squares that hung on the walls. There was even a bookcase filled with bedtime story books. I had tears in my eyes.

“Miss? Are you okay?” one of the workers said.

Embarrassed, I shook off my emotion and said, “Yes, it’s just so lovely. You’ve all done a great job.”

“Thanks, most of it was Mr. Reigns’ direct instruction. He didn’t get technical on the closet though.” He pulled open the double doors of the closet and my jaw dropped. It was a walk-in closet with rods above and below to hold clothing and a spinning rack for hats and shoes. I knew that was what they were for because they were both full. So was the upper rod.

There were clothes and hats and shoes and an entire wall filled with diapers. I’d bought him one or two things, but this was an entire wardrobe.

“You see this here?” he said, pulling a smooth oak table out of the wall. “It’s supposed to be another changing space. It folds up out of the way here when you’re done with it. I’m just worried it’s too tall. Mr. Reigns approved it, height and all… but I look at you and think you won’t even be able to reach the baby.”

I walked over closer. He was right. The table came up level with my neck. I looked at him and said, “How tall are you?”

“About six two,” he said.

“Will you stand right here?” I asked him.

He came over and stood next to the table. I knew what it was for. It was Alex’s table. It was where he would put the baby when he changed him. The tears flooded my eyes again. He was preparing to be a father.

“You okay?” he asked again. I smiled and nodded.

“Just pregnancy stuff,” I said. “I think if that’s the way Mr. Reigns asked for it, he probably has his reasons. I’d leave it.”

“Okay, thank you, Miss.”

“You’re welcome,” I told him. I took one last look at the beautiful room. Then I walked back out and got my cart from the hall outside the guest room. I started to push it towards the master suite when I suddenly felt a gush of warm liquid rush down my thighs and puddle on the floor.

I looked down at it in horror. Did my water just break? It couldn’t have… it was too soon. I took a towel off my cart and draped it over the puddle on the floor. As I bent over a pain ripped through my stomach as if to prove that too soon or not, this was it.

I made sure the puddle was covered so no one would slip in it and I waddled into the guest room. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I called the front gates. The man on duty today was named Raymond and he was always really nice.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Hi Raymond, it’s Victoria.”

“Hello there, Miss Hart! How is the day going?”

“Well Raymond, I believe that I’m in labor.”

“What?” he sounded nervous suddenly. “What should I do?”

I smiled through the pain of the next cramp… or contraction I suppose it was. “I’m going to call an ambulance Raymond. I just wanted to let you know so that you wouldn’t be surprised.”

“Miss Hart, you sure seem calm for a lady who is about to have a baby.”