Olivia’s POV
We were on the road for four days. On the fourth day, I roused myself from sleep and saw the sun rising over the horizon.
So far, the journey hasn’t been as adventurous as I had hoped.
Pierre and Jonas took turns driving so that the other could get some rest, and sometimes, Andre would take over and ask Pierre to sit in the back with me.
I had to run out of things to keep me company and take the edge off the boredom.
Andre had packed a novel for me to read on the way, and it was almost impossible to believe that I had read it cover to cover twice in just four days.
While we were on the journey, my symptoms began to show, but Andre only made two stops at a hotel so that the men and I could get some proper rest and not have to sleep in a car throughout the night. And each of those nights, Andre would help me feel better, and the symptoms would ebb away.
I also realised that the frequency of my symptoms had reduced. Most days, I felt them almost two or three times a day and on some bad days, they were as much as four or five.
But now, they appeared only once or twice, and I realised that the more I slept, the less likely it was for it to occur.
We were still driving and were lucky enough to find a restaurant and stop there for a proper breakfast. My stomach was growling, and I could hear the baby inside of me complaining as well.
We all parked in the driveway and Pierre volunteered to get our orders for us and Jonas offered to go along with him.
As soon as Jonas made that offer, Pierre cast him a death glare but Andre was able to convince Pierre to let Jonas tag along.
Pierre reluctantly agreed and went along with a few other men who had volunteered to take orders for their comrades in the vehicle. I was left alone with Andre and he was gently stroking my hair.
I had the book open in my lap and he took a peep inside it.
“I can see that you’ve reached the good part,” he said, giving me a naughty smile.
My face turned red, and I immediately covered the page, keeping my middle finger wedged there so that I wouldn’t lose where I was reading.
In those few minutes of solitude, Andre doted on me and constantly checked to make sure the baby and I were okay.
He would rub my stomach affectionately, and sometimes, he would tell me that he could feel his heir kicking strongly inside me.
We were tossing potential names for the baby around, and finally, Pierre and Jonas emerged from the restaurant with their arms filled with our orders and some extra food to last us the rest of the journey.
They came back into the car, and Pierre was silent as he turned on the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.
I noticed his slightly more solemn attitude, but I decided not to say anything and huddled closer to Andre.
I didn’t understand why Pierre was still so cold to Jonas even when Andre and he were getting along so well.
We sat in the car in awkward silence, and I continued to read my book.
Suddenly, after a while, I began to feel lightheaded and feverish.
I tried to push the symptoms away and not to draw Andre’s attention to it, but with each passing second, it got worse.
Andre turned to me, and I could see the horrified yet concerned look on his face.
Jonas also turned around to see what was going on, and he looked equally concerned as he saw my tired and pale face.
“Olivia, are you okay?”
I was too weak to say anything to him and Andre simply ignored Jonas and reached into his bag.
He pulled out the box with my hormone blocker shots and took out a syringe.
I tried to convince him not to give me the shot that we had a limited supply of them, and we had to use them judiciously. I tried to convince him that I could wait out the symptoms, but he was having none of it.
“Olivia, I need you to feel better.”
His words calmed me down and I finally gave in to his request.
He grabbed a syringe and stuck it into my thigh. I flinched in pain, and slowly, I began to feel a whole lot better.
The symptoms began to ebb away, and I could finally relax in the car.
I could finally focus on other things and could see Jonas still staring at me in concern.
“Olivia, are you feeling better?”
I gave him a nod and felt Andre pull me close to him. I was exhausted and rested my head on his chest.
It was then that Jonas turned his head around and when I looked up, I saw Andre shooting him a death glare.
I rubbed my eyes in confusion and when I looked at Andre again, I saw that he was now looking down at me and was smiling.
I ignored what I had seen earlier and snuggled close to him.
I was certain that I had slept off a little. In my dreams, I could see myself carrying our child and Andre hugging me and telling me how beautiful he or she was.
I soon began to feel things slow down around me. I roused myself from sleep and looked around to see that the cars in front of us were asked to stop.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
“Are we there yet?”
I looked up at Andre, but he was silent. He pulled me close to him defensively and kept his eyes fixed on the border roadblock ahead. My heart was thumping. We were finally here.