The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 39

I wake to a dull ache low in my stomach. At first, it’s faint, something I can almost ignore, but the longer I lie still, the sharper it feels.

It feels like a cramp. Like the ones I got during my periods. My hand instinctively goes to my abdomen, pressing lightly, as if that alone could soothe it, and I give it time to ease. Maybe I slept in the wrong position or something.

I don’t want to but my mind drifts to last night. I still can’t believe that he would show up, pounding on my door in the middle of the night. Who does that? What the hell has gotten into him? Does me having this baby bother him so much he can’t even think straight? Can’t think of the consequences if someone had filmed him or reporters got wind of this?

I can’t forget how his voice was laced with fury or how his eyes burned with hatred right before I slammed the door in his face. I haven’t asked him to be in the baby’s life; I actually want him out of it, so why does he insist on getting rid of my baby?

Is this about his guilt because he thinks he betrayed Chloe, or is there something more? At first, I thought it was because he hated me, but does that hate extend to his own flesh and blood?

Before I can spiral into my thoughts, another cramp seizes me. This one makes me wince. It twists and then fades, but not without leaving a trail of unease behind.

I push myself out of bed, moving slowly toward the bathroom, all the while clutching my stomach. Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just the stress catching up to me. But when I sit down to pee and glance at my panties, the sight of blood makes my heart stop.

“No…” My voice cracks. My world tilting for a second.

Panic slams into me so hard I nearly stumble as I stand. My legs tremble and my breath comes fast. Before I know it, I’m half–running out of the bathroom, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers shake as I dial the clinic’s number.

“Hello? Yes–it’s Sierra Meyers…” My voice is rushed and uneven, but I force myself to explain over the panic. “I woke up cramping. And there’s blood. Please, can I see someone? I-”

The receptionist’s calm tone grounds me. “Don’t panic, Sierra. I’m sure it’s nothing serious, but I can book an appointment for the next hour… Is that okay?”

“Yes, I’ll take it. Thank you. Thank you.” My voice trembles as I answer.

“Perfect then,” she says. “I’ll see you in an hour and please drive safely.”

The call ends, and I don’t waste a second. I don’t even think about showering. I yank on the first clothes I find, a loose sweater and jeans, my hands clumsy in my hurry.

My chest feels tight and my stomach is in knots. Not just from the cramps, but from the fear that something is wrong with my baby.

Please, I pray, not my baby. Not when I just started accepting this pregnancy and admitted to myself that I want

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this baby.

By the time I slide into my car, I’m shaking all over. My grip on the steering wheel is stiff, and the drive feels endless. Every red light, every slow driver makes me want to scream. My mind won’t stop spiraling through worst–case scenarios. Miscarriage. Complications.

My heart races the whole way, and even the music that playing on the radio does nothing to put me at ease.

“Please, God,” I whisper, tears pricking my eyes as I press harder on the gas. “Please don’t take this baby from me.”

I can’t lose him. I just can’t. For the first time in my life, I have something to look forward to. Something that isn’t my work or studies. Something that’s simply mine. Mine to love. Mine to cherish. Mine to protect.

I want this baby more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. Not because it’s Noah’s child, but because he or she is a part of me.

The clinic finally comes into view, and I park with trembling hands. The waiting room feels unbearable, every minute stretching like hours. I tap my foot, chew my lip, and press a hand against my stomach again as if I could shield the life inside me.

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