The Billionaire's Baby

34| Delilah

16-weeks into pregnancy...

"Delilah..."

I let out a small groan and shrug off the nudging I feel on my arm.

"Delilah?" A voice calls in confusion but it sounds like it's far away.

Too far for me to care anyways.

There's another nudge on my arm and I'm able to ignore it, falling back to sleep only for my head to slide down and off the platform it was resting on.

I jolt up and put a hand over my chest in an effort to calm myself from my little moment of shock.

I look around the room to be reminded that I'm not in my room, I'm in the car. Vante's car.

And we're supposed to be at work. Fuck.

As I turn my head, Vante grins at me with pure amusement and my face heats up.

I place my palm over my face to hide it and to rub my eyes awake.

"What meds did you give me, Vante?" I ask because I hadn't passed out like that in a long while.

"Meds?" He questions with even more confusion before letting out a breathy laugh and shaking his head. "Delilah, I didn't give you anything. You fell asleep yourself and I've been trying to wake you up for the past few minutes,"

With furrowed brows, I blink in confusion but shake my head. "Let's get going, then,"

I open the car door and make my way out and into the building. Vante follows behind me and we soon greet with a kiss before going our separate ways.

While I change into my scrubs, I think back to my little nap. It feels weird because, even after that, I'm still feeling tired as hell.

It takes a while for me to get it but then I remember that, because I'm in my first trimester of pregnancy, I'm prone to having some narcolepsy: having the eccentric desire to sleep pretty much like a baby.

This is caused by the heightened levels of my hormones and one specific chemical called progesterone.

It's a natural sedative for the human body with powerful tranquillising and hypnotic effects on the body.

When I exit the changing rooms I see Ethel in the hallway and I rush to her as quickly as I can.

"Progesterone!" I yell behind her and she jumps with a squeal.

"Nurse Riccardo??" She asks in complete confusion, leaning back onto the nearest wall she can find and breathing slowly to calm herself down.

I lean on the wall with an arm to catch my breath too. That little run itself made me even more tired somehow.

"P... Progesterone... it's the reason I- the reason I fell asleep... in the... car," I say through laboured breaths.

Ethel looks at me like I've gone mad but follows me with wide eyes when I start making my way to the reception to get our files for the morning.

"W-what are you going to do about it?" She asks from behind me when we get to the desk.

I tilt my head while I suck my bottom lip. "It's going to be difficult but I'll just have to fight it as much as I possibly can,"

"Without any supplements?"

She's just as shocked as I am. Progesterone is a really strong sedative and not many women can fight it. They end up sleeping at random times of the day.

As a nurse, I cant exactly be falling asleep at random times of the day.

I give a determined nod. "I'll have to. I mean, it surely won't be that difficult. I just have to keep myself bus with other things which shouldn't be a problem.