The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 37

Olivier carried Ollie straight to the nurse’s station and held her up. “She hit her head and she won’t wake up.”

The nurse immediately had the group follow her into a small room in the trauma unit. Another nurse stopped them and said, “someone needs to do her admission.”

Riggs pushed Olivier and Bobbie away, “I got this. Go.”

“Are you family?” the nurse asked him

“Her uncle,” he lied through his teeth.

Bobbie didn’t care what he did. Her little girl was pale, bleeding, though it wasn’t bleeding as much as it had been originally, but she wouldn’t wake up. A doctor pulled her out of Olivier’s arms and then Bobbie and Olivier were pushed backwards as the doctor and three nurses began to quickly examine the small frail looking child.

“What happened?”

“A kid pushed her in their soccer game, and she smashed her head off a large rock in the grass.” Olivier spoke with anger in his voice. “She was unconscious for nearly a minute and then came to. She was awake most of the ride here but fell unconscious again about three minutes ago. It’s been about thirty minutes since it happened.”

“Any allergies to medications?” a nurse asked Bobbie and Bobbie shook her head no.

“What’s her name?” the doctor asked. He was a younger man who moved in easy fluid motions with confidence but had a gentle countenance.

“Ollie,” Bobbie wiped tears off her face as a nurse was writing everything down and the doctor and the other nurses were talking about putting an IV in her arm. She turned her head into Olivier’s shoulder as they wrapped a rubber band around her tiny arm and poked her.

Ollie immediately opened her eyes and started screaming.

“Pain response is good,” the doctor said with a chuckle. “Hello Ollie. We need you to stay still a minute.”

“I want my mom!” she screamed.

“Mom’s right behind me,” the doctor said. “You gave yourself a good whack on the noggin. We need to check you out. Can you be still for a minute?” he was speaking low and soft like he’d cornered a wounded kitten.

“I want my mom,” she yelled again, her arms and legs thrashing.

The doctor looked over his shoulder, “mom, do you want to come hold Ollie’s hand so the nurse can get the IV in?”

Bobbie pushed under the doctor’s arm and gripped Ollie’s hand, “I’m right here, baby.”

“I don’t want a needle mom.”

“I know honey. It’s going to be a little pinch. You’ll be able to tell Max how brave you were.”

Ollie screamed as they put the needle in her arm and Olivier’s hissed angrily, they were hurting her made Bobbie g***n. The fury in his tone told her he was also a hair away from throwing punches. “Ollie, your daddy’s here too. He’s right behind mom. Can you show him how tough you are? Remember when you and Max both got leeches on your legs when we went camping? You were very brave. The nurses need to check your b***d and they’re going to take some just like the leeches did. Do you remember the leeches?”

“Max cried!” Ollie nodded a half-smile twisting on her teary face. “I thought it was cool.”

“Hey, we could use leeches instead of needles,” the doctor teased her as he put a pen light into her eyes, earning his first giggle. He looked over his shoulder to Olivier, “I think we should do a CT Scan but I’m going to stitch her up first and get the bleeding stopped.”

“I need stitches?” Ollie started to whimper again.

“Yup. You’ll look like Frankenstein from your favorite Halloween book.” Bobbie teased her, bending her head to k**s Ollie’s fingers.

“I’ll have a scar like the one on your belly,” Ollie was thinking hard.

“It won’t be so big,” Bobbie rubbed the tiny hand between hers. “It’s just a little cut. Just a couple of stitches.”

“Mommy my head really hurts,” she started sobbing again. “My leg hurts too!”

The doctor frowned and gave the nurses direction to remove Ollie’s soccer shorts. A huge scrape from her buttock down her thigh was red and angry in appearance now with her flesh exposed. “We’ll deal with the head, then clean this up while we wait for CT to be ready for her.”

“Her shorts probably got pushed up when she fell and then covered back up.” Bobbie commented as she took in the polyester shorts being passed to Olivier by a nurse who openly ogled him. She wanted to punch the nurse but was immediately drawn back to Ollie’s whine of pain.

“It hurts,” Ollie wailed.

“We’re giving her a bit of pain medication through the IV,” the nurse patted Bobbie on the shoulder. “She’ll be woozy in a minute.” The nurse looked to Olivier, “you could record the things she says over the next hour, if you want blackmail for her teenage years. I recorded my kid’s wisdom teeth removal and have been holding it hostage for internet release if she pisses me off. She’s sixteen going on twenty-six.”

Riggs and Henri both arrived behind Olivier and looked at Ollie, “how’s our girl?”

“Uncle Riggs I need stitches and,” she paused and blinked, “ooh,” she drawled out the word.

Bobbie giggled as her oldest child was suddenly and very clearly feeling the effects of the medication.

“I’ll take two of what she’s having,” Henri said with a chuckle as Ollie at once started humming a song and visibly sinking into the thin cot mattress under her.

“She’ll be easier to work on now,” the doctor gave a smile. He stood back and let a nurse clean the area around the spot he would need to stitch up and shave a small section of Ollie’s hair. “Mom might need to get creative with some hairstyles for the rest of the summer.”

“Definitely,” She looked around and realized the three attractive men, especially Riggs with his enormous size and musculature, were the center of attention just outside the edge of the curtained area. Ollie’s bed was facing the nurse’s station which had attracted a bunch of women and even a couple of men who were all staring unashamedly at the trio. “Must be a slow day in here,” she gave a pointed glance at the doctor. He looked up and saw the group at the nurse’s station and c****d his head at them and they dispersed.

“Shave it all!” Ollie pulled her hand from her mother’s grip as the nurse took a chunk of her hair away and waved it dramatically. “I’ll do spikes like Max.”

“Who is Max?” the doctor asked the little girl.

“My little brother,” she snort-laughed. “I’m older by a couple of minutes. He has spiky hair. Can I have spiky hair?” she blinked at her mother.

“How about we keep those gorgeous curls?” the nurse said. “We only need to take a little off to clean you up.”

“My mom has curly hair,” Ollie slurred her words. “It’s curlier than mine. It’s wild.” She gave a fake roar after her wording and the adults chuckled.

“You’re doing so well, Ollie,” the doctor said as he examined the cut in her head more closely, finally able to get near the previously thrashing child, “tell me about your brother. Are you twins?”

“Fraternal,” she said proudly. “We look like our dad.” She closed her eyes for a moment and Bobbie wondered if she hadn’t fallen asleep under the effects of the medication but then she opened her eyes abruptly and squeezed Bobbie’s hand, “mom, mom, guess what?”

“What baby?”

“My dad said I get to learn self-defense because I didn’t punch that jerk in the face,” she closed her eyes again. “Daddy?” her eyes were still closed.

“Oui, ma chère?” Olivier’s voice was thick with emotion

Bobbie looked over her shoulder at him and noted both Riggs and Henri had their hands on his shoulders as if holding him in place. He really did not like the doctor digging in her head. She would have laughed at how absurd he was being if she weren’t on the verge of tears herself.

“I really love you,” Ollie said quietly. “I really love my daddy. I’m so glad we found you.”

“I am so glad I found you too,” he responded softly.

“Can you sleep with me tonight instead of Max?” she begged as her brown eyes searched for his.

“Of course, I can.” He promised.

The little girl looked at the nurse with big eyes, “my dad slept with Max because he was scared of the thunder like a big baby. My dad is very strong and brave. He keeps us safe.”

“I’m sure he does,” the doctor said as he began to close the wound in Ollie’s head, reminding her to stay very still. A nurse held Ollie’s head firmly in place.

“My mom is strong too. She’s tough and she could kick your a*s,” Ollie paused, “but she wouldn’t because you’re nice. She only kicks mean people’s asses. Like the lady at the supermarket.”

Bobbie closed her eyes and lowered her head to the bed, “Ollie, not now baby.”

“Don’t you remember mom?” Ollie asked curiously.

“Maman kicked someone’s butt, Ollie?” Olivier was grinning now as he caught the dirty look Bobbie shot him.

“Yes. She said mom was a bad mother because she let Max wear one of my dresses to get groceries. Me and Lark picked out his dress and his shoes. She called Max a bad word and told him he was ugly. Mom punched her in the face and the lady fell over and then mom kicked her in the stomach and told her she was a mean evil lady who was going to hell for picking on her babies.” She paused, “mom told us hell is where you go when you die and you’re bad on earth.”

The doctor working on Ollie’s head gave a nod of appreciation, “sounds like mom put the lady in her place.”

“The lady said she was going to sue her. Mom threw her business card at her and said to bring it on.” Ollie looked to the nurse holding her face, “my mom is a paralegal, and she works in a law firm with my uncle Grady.”

The doctor grinned, “not Grady Hoffman? That’s why you look so familiar,” he looked to Bobbie. “My wife is Charlene. She works reception for your offices.”

“Small world,” Bobbie was thoroughly embarrassed by Ollie’s telling of tales.

“It is.” The doctor grinned at her. “Charlene used to be my secretary, but she quit because I’m hard to work for. Everly will tell you I’ve been through eight of her best.” He dropped his tools onto a tray and examined his handywork. “Well Miss Ollie, you have three stitches in your head. We’re going to clean your leg up and then you get to go for a ride on the bed down to get your head checked out in a big machine.”

“A big machine?”

As the doctor explained to Ollie about the scanner and what it would do and why they were going to check her brain, Bobbie was surprised to feel a chair being pushed behind her. Olivier encouraged her to sit next to the bedside and she noted for the first time two of the nurses were gone. One remained with the doctor, and she was cleaning up Ollie’s leg, removing dirt and debris from the scrape.

The doctor, now known to them as Doctor Brown, told them depending on the results of the CT scan, they would determine if Ollie needed to be admitted or if she could go home. Bobbie felt Olivier’s hands squeezing her shoulder softly as she stiffened against the thought of Ollie having to be admitted.

Riggs stood at the end of Ollie’s bed after the nurse finished cleaning her up and draped a light thin blanket over her. He tucked it under her feet and looked at her, “hey kiddo. Uncle Riggs and Uncle Henri are going to get maman’s car and bring it home. Can you keep an eye on your papa for me?” Ollie nodded but her eyes were heavy. He looked to Bobbie, “the lady at the field sent you a video. Send it to me please.”

“Riggs,” Bobbie protested wondering what Olivier’s head of security was going to do with the information.

“Bobbie, I wasn’t really asking,” Riggs said earnestly. “Her safety and Max’s safe are my main priority, even above keeping him safe,” he carelessly waved at Olivier. “You will learn I take my job very seriously. Send it.”

She grumbled and pulled her phone from her pocket and found the text message from the woman with the video clip and sent it to Riggs while she mumbled under her breath about pushy Cajun men.

Olivier followed Riggs and Henri to the exit of the trauma unit and spent a few minutes there talking and Bobbie considered she didn’t want to know the details of their conversation. Based on the posture of the three men, she had a feeling the father who told his kid to retaliate against Ollie was in for a world of hurt.

Bobbie stroked Ollie’s hair off her forehead and sighed as she pressed a tender k**s to it. She was sleeping now, the events of the evening and the medication dripping through the IV pole making her unable to resist closing her eyes. Her tough vibrant little girl appeared tiny and frail in the hospital bed and it made Bobbie’s heart ache in the worst possible way. She wanted to take her out of here and bring her home and cuddle with her.

“How’s our girl?” Olivier’s voice was a quiet hush floating over Bobbie’s head.

She hadn’t heard him come back but when his hand rested against her shoulder she turned and leaned her cheek against it. “She’s hurt Olivier, the little boy deliberately went after her. Her temper made her a target.”

“Try not to think of it. She’s going to be just fine. We’ll get the test done, get her home and she’ll be tormenting Max and Lark in no time.”

“Lark,” Bobbie g*****d. “I need to call Everly and Grady. They’re probably worried.”

“Riggs already called them with an update. Maman and Fiona are there. Fiona and the girls had a hotel booked but Grady insisted they stay at their house tonight. The kids are all upset. Max wanted to go home so maman took him over to the house and they’re snuggled in his room watching a movie on his tablet. The three girls are having a sleepover in Lark’s room.”

She looked to Ollie, “she’s going to be pissed she missed a sleepover with three girls.”

“There will be thousands more I’m certain of it,” he kissed the top of her head. “Are you okay?”

“No,” she admitted honestly. “I hate seeing her like this.”

“Me too,” he reached a hand and lifted the blanket to look at her leg. “I didn’t even notice this until she said her leg hurt. I was so focused on her head.”

“It’s going to sting for a bit, I bet,” she watched as he gently tucked Ollie back in.

They were quiet for a few minutes and then he gave a low chuckle, “so you beat a woman up in a supermarket?”

“No.” she denied and made a face, “in a supermarket parking lot. She chased me through the store and across the parking lot to yell at me about Max’s outfit. I didn’t want to react in front of the kids but then she called him a very derogatory term for a gay man, and I lost my s**t. One punch and she was down.”

“It explains why Ollie told me in the elevator if I tried to kidnap her, you’d kick my a*s. She’s your biggest fan.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. “Very funny.” She wiped a tear off her cheek and then stifled a sob as the emotions got to her.

“Aw, chérie, don’t cry,” he pulled her out of the chair and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His hands made sweeping movements along her back as she sobbed into his chest. “We will be home soon, and it will all be okay.”

“I just want to go home,” she cried into his chest, “I just want to take her home and be with my babies. I don’t like feeling this helpless and out of control. I never want her to play soccer again. No more diving off the towers either.”

He chuckled into her hair, “then she wouldn’t be Ollie. You can’t put her in bubble wrap chérie.”

“I really want to,” she sniffed angrily. “I want bubble wrap and helmets and full gear like they wear in football.”

He put a finger to her lips, “don’t mention football or she’ll be wanting to play and if we know her, she’ll want to play on the boys’ team and beat them up too.”

She couldn’t help the tiny smile on her lips at his words. He had their daughter pegged. “You’re right. No mention of football.”

“She’s going to get hurt, Bobbie. I don’t like it but it’s inevitable. I would be far less upset if this had been a simple accident or a trip and fall. A soccer ball to the head would have been less traumatic. Watching the little thug throw his body into her in the equivalent of a sucker punch when the ball wasn’t even in play made me want to take the kid and lay a beating on his a*s.”

“Do you think Riggs is right? Do you think the kid gets beaten up by his father?”

“Who knows? Ollie is feisty and I would bet my entire bank balance you’ve never once struck her.”

“Not once,” she admitted. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ve been frustrated multiple times. My mother had a favorite wooden spoon for such things, but I just could never. As much as they frustrate me, its just not in my nature.”

The sound of Ollie mumbling made her turn around in Olivier’s embrace and look at her daughter who was waking up again. “Hey baby.”

“Mom,” she rubbed her eyes, “I’m really hungry.”

“We’ll get you something on the way home. It shouldn’t be much longer now.” Bobbie looked up and smiled in the direction of a man coming their way. He identified himself as the porter and he was there to take Ollie down to imaging. He waved at Bobbie and Olivier to follow him after he had the bed ready to move.

“It’s making me dizzy,” Ollie closed her eyes as they moved briskly through the corridors of the hospital. “I might puke.”

“Don’t puke,” Bobbie pleaded with her.

“I’ll go slower,” the porter paused in his walk and leaned over Ollie. “You good?”

“Yes,” she nodded but Bobbie noted she was looking pale and almost green tinged.

She looked to Olivier, “she’s going to vomit.”

He wrapped his arm over her shoulder, “better here than home. Here someone else must clean it.”

She giggled nervously at his words, and they reached the department without incident. They stood anxiously outside the room, waiting as Ollie underwent her testing.

An hour later, Riggs and Henri were back and were helping them get Ollie strapped into the back seat of the SUV.

“Mom, I like this car better than the mini-van.” Ollie grinned up as Olivier slid in beside her. “Dad, I’m starving. Can we get pizza?”

“The doctor suggested something which won’t make you throw up,” Bobbie made a face. “I’ll make you soup at home.”

“I don’t want soup,” she complained. “I want pizza.”

“What kind of pizza?” Olivier asked her curiously.

“Olivier,” Bobbie stared at him. “The doctor said –”

“She has a concussion, had stitches and has road rash on her leg. She deserves to have whatever she wants.” Olivier leaned forward, “Riggs, can you order us a couple of pizzas? I’m starving too.”

“On it,” Riggs grinned.

“Uncle Riggs?” Ollie asked from the back seat, “can you get chicken wings too?”

“Yes.”

“No!” Bobbie threw her hands up in the air and pointed at Olivier, “if she pukes, you’re cleaning it.”

“I won’t puke,” Ollie reassured her mother. “I could eat a whole pizza by myself.”

Bobbie tried not to feel smug when just the motion of the vehicle on the drive home was making poor little Ollie turn green. When the smell of the pizza boxes sitting on Riggs’ lap after their stop for them turned the girl’s stomach so hard, she vomited all over Olivier’s lap, it took everything in her not to scream ‘I told you so’ at the three men.

By the time they got home, Ollie was crying, Olivier was gagging, and Riggs and Henri were strangely silent. Bobbie carried her purse into the house preceding the group. Meri met her at the door, “what’s going on?”

“They opted to listen to a kid instead of an adult. The SUV, Olivier and Ollie all need a good detailing.” Bobbie couldn’t help her grin.