Everyone was rushing around her. There were people calling frantically at each other. Her eyes couldn't seem to focus at any point.

"M-my baby." She tried to say but it came out more as a choke.

"We'll do everything to save it," a nurse said while holding a needle, "you just need to calm down."

She felt a slight pinch in her forearm and before she could say anything else she slipped into unconsciousness.

******

She tried to open her eyes but they seemed to be glued together. It felt as if her body had stopped working. She wanted to scream but even her mouth was not cooperating with her brain.
She then heard a very familiar voice. Misha's voice.
Her heart started to beat faster when she figured out what she was saying.

"Please wake up Clair, please. The baby needs you. I need you."

His voice was shaking. She could tell that he was about to cry. And he had said something about her baby. She had to wake up now.

Trying hard one last time she finally opened her eyes.
She blinked a few times to adjust to the blinding light and as soon as she did so, she immediately placed a hand on her stomach.
Tears leaked out of her eyes as she was already assuming the worst.

A hand gently brushed away the tears and whispered soothing words in her ear. 
When she was calm enough to talk, she asked the only thing that mattered to her at that moment.
"Is my baby dead?" Her voice came out broken.
"Dead? No Clair, your boy is a fighter. He would've never left his mother like this." Misha told her softly.

Clair gave a sigh. She felt like crying and laughing at the same time. She knew that she was looking like a maniac but she didn't care right now.

"Where is he?" She asked.
"I'll ask the nurse to bring him in." He said while getting up from his seat.

Clair didn't know how much time passed but finally Misha came inside with a nurse holding the baby in a blanket. It was her baby. Her eyes immediately filled with tears.

"Congratulations, Miss Clair. Here's your boy." The nurse said while gently placing the baby in her awaiting arms.

Her face was practically glowing by looking at her baby. He had soft pale skin and was kinda weak but Clair didn't mind it. After all he was a premature baby.

Clair gently rubbed his cheeks and placed a kiss in his forehead. Warming up to his mother's touch, the baby gave out a small sigh and held her finger with his tiny hands.

Misha was seeing the whole scene with awe filled eyes. Finally, he cleared his throat and came to sit next to her in the bed.

"What would you like to name him?" He asked while playing with the baby's hair.
"I just want his name to be associated with yours." She said with a small smile.
"Wow! That would be cool. Finally, I'll have someone to carry on my legacy." Misha wiped his invisible tears
Clair laughed at the living soap opera in front of her and muttered a 'thank you' which Misha deliberately ignored.
"So what would be the name? What kind of name could be associated with my name?" He rubbed his jaw as in deep thought and raised his one eyebrow when Clair didn't answer his question.
"What? You think I'll just tell you the name? Not today." She stuck out her tongue at him. The girl had learned a lot from him in these few months they had spent together.
"Whatever." Misha rolled his eyes and they both laughed and talked about the baby.

******

"Excuse me?" He said in a polite yet authoritative tone.
The receptionist's head snapped in his direction. He gave her a smile and was sure that she was drooling.
"Ma'am?" He was getting impatient. He had to know about the baby right now or maybe he would lose his mind.

"Oh yes sir, how may I help you?" The girl batted her eyelashes at him. He didn't had the heart to tell that instead of looking sexy and seductive, she looked like that there was something was stuck in her eye.

"Um, well can you tell me what happened to the pregnant woman who got admitted here in the morning?"
"I'm sorry sir but that's confidential information."

He wanted to give her the best glare he could muster but he had a job to do. He knew how to handle a women like her.
"Clarissa." He said reading the name tag on her breast pocket. "Please help me."
"I'm sorry but I can't." She said while a slight blush appeared on her cheeks.
He knew he had her then and there.
"Yes you can, babe." He gave her his killer smile which could melt any woman.
"I really am sorry." She again batted her eyelashes in that weird way.
He gave out a sigh. A very dejected sigh and turned around.
"Okay fine." He said in a soft voice and started to take small steps.

"Wait!" He heard her shout.
He stopped and tried to hide the wide smirk that had formed on his face. He slowly turned around with a poker face.
"Yes love?" He walked towards her.
"I'll tell you what you want if you give me your number." She blushed all over.

He gave her a once over. Dull hair. Small eyes. A shit load of freckles. And apparently she wasn't really blessed with feminine curves.
He mentally rolled his eyes but kept a smile on his face.

"Deal."

"Okay so a pregnant woman came but she had been in a crash. The mother was saved but unfortunately the child was not so lucky."

He felt a pang of guilt and his chest grew heavy but this had to be done. He knew if someone would know about his illegitimate baby, he would be in big trouble. But still this was going to be a burden that he'll take to his grave. A burden that won't let him sleep peacefully anymore.

He heard someone clearing her throat. He looked up at the awaiting receptionist.
"Number?"
He leaned closer to her.
"Listen girl," he began in a soft voice, "never trust a man who seems to be interested in someone who looks like you."
Giving her an evil smirk, he walked away whistling lowly.

*******

She opened the door to her suite and couldn't help but gasp.

Inside the whole floor was covered with balloons. All the furniture had been pushed at the sides and only a table was set in the centre and a baby cot was placed at the side. Soft music filled the entire room and Clair's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Welcome back home, love." Misha whispered, his breath tickling her ears. He smiled when he saw the tips of her ears turning a light shade of pink.

"You didn't have to do this." She breathed out.
"I wanted to. Now go on, I'm not getting any younger out here."

She gave out a small laugh and walked further into the room.
She placed her sleeping baby in the cot and covered him with an extra blanket.

"You're hungry? I made sushi."
"You did?" Clair asked sceptically.
"Okay fine. I ordered sushi." He said raising his hands in surrender. They both knew that the only thing Misha could manage to cook was instant noodles and in cooking anything else he was as good as the dead.

"Well yes Misha, I would love to have some sushi."

Misha placed the food on her plate and they both enjoyed a quiet meal with the occasional teasing here and there.

Clair was waiting for Misha in the balcony. She had been waiting for him for a while now so she decided to check on him.

Inside, Misha was pacing around while occasionally running his hands through his hair. He was also mumbling something but Clair couldn't catch it.
He suddenly stopped, turned towards the mirror and started shouting. She thought she heard him say something like 'grow some balls' and 'won't skin you alive' but was not so sure.

"Misha?" She called softly.
He abruptly turned around, almost knocking the vase beside the mirror but managed to catch it at the last minute.
"What are you doing in here?" Her voice was filled with curiosity.

He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"This wasn't how I was going to do it, but it's a now-or-never kinda situation." He had a small nervous smile.
"Misha what are-"

"Will you marry me?" He said before she could say something else.
Clair's mouth hung open. Her eyes were opened wide and her hands were in the air in some weird gesture. Misha would have laughed at her awkward state if he wasn't so nervous himself right now.

"What?" She almost shouted.
"I asked if you will marry me."
"I got that part."
"So what did you mean by that loud what?" He was trying to hide his smile but it was getting hard.
"That was the only word my brain could come up with."
She said, getting a little defensive.
"You're weird."
"You make me weird."

There was a minute of silence between them.
"Clair?"
"Hmm?"
"You didn't answer me."

She looked up at his hopeful eyes. How could she ever say no to him? He had met her at the lowest part of her life and had helped her through everything.
He had became her rock in a matter of months. She couldn't say no to him. Not after what he had done for her.

"Misha you see I-" she began
"You're gonna reject me, right. I knew this was going to happen. I never had a chance. I'm such a dumb person. I shouldn't have done this. Just forget it, I was a fool-"
His rambling stopped when a sharp slap landed on his back.
"Will you let me finish?" Clair shouted.
"Um okay." Misha said while rubbing his neck.
"Well, I will say yes if you promise me you'll do a better proposal with a long ass romantic speech." She grinned at him.
"Oh." He said quietly. It took a minute for her words to register and when they did, his lips curved into a beautiful smile.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God." He kept on saying this as he grabbed her by the waist and twirled her in the air. 
Her giggling filled the suite and caused the little ignored boy to wake up and start crying.

Just like that they both broke apart and Misha couldn't help but feel sad for the kiss he never got.

******

Someone was banging on the door relentlessly. She wanted to scream at the monster trying to wake her up from her sleep. She longingly looked at her bed but walked out of her room when another series of knocking started.

She opened the door, ready to curse the person who wouldn't let her sleep but was surprised to see no one there.

She was about to close the door when she saw a silver box on the floor.

There was nothing on the lid so she opened the box. Inside there were some of the most expensive chocolates and a beautiful rose.  There was also a card inside. She opened it and a small smile appeared on her face.

Clarissa,
                You are beautiful only if you think you are. What others say, doesn't matter.
               Never let anyone walk over you, my friend. And I'm sorry for what I said about you in the morning. There's no way in hell that it was true.
-J.

******

A/N
Hello people,
So anyone else disappointed for the kiss that never happened?
I'm sorry but I'm not into romance and the same goes for my characters but don't worry you'll see their loving side sooner than you expect (no promises though).

I also wanted to say that even though my character used someone else's insecurities for his own business, it's something that I consider really wrong. Please never try to gain something by putting others down cause if you do that karma is going to bite you in the ass.

Three cheers for me for writing a long authors note.

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