Mr. President Contracted Marriage

"Violet, go and serve room 509 the refreshment they ordered!" A male voice barked out an order in anger.

" Yes, Manager Poo- Porter!" A young vibrant girl said, rolling her eyes unknown to the chubby man who just ordered her.

The girl's eyes traced the chubby manager until he left, then she sighed heavily. She hated going to those rooms especially at this hour of the night. But she has no choice, she needed to make money.

" Val, you just have to do it for this month so you can pay for your final year tuition fee. Don't you want to be the paediatrician you always wanted?"

" Of course I need to take care of those cuties!"

Violet's emerald eyes rolled again as she sighed once more before turning to look at the person who just spoke.

" I understand I need the money, Joe. What I don't understand is you coming here to work too," she asked, looking at the young man.

Joe was her best friend she met while studying. They had been together and he knows how she was struggling to meet up with her tuition fee. Her family had been through a financial crisis with a big name in the city and since then, Violet had been working to pay her fees and that of her brother too.

" I need extra cash too. Do you think my parents are so wealthy?" Joe asked, scoffing.

" Whatever! I need to go before I get sacked!"

Violet hurried away from Joe.

She stopped between the two rooms. Her eyes staring at the falling template on the door. She couldn't tell if it was 506 or 509. She was still contemplating when the door flung open and a strong hand pulled her in. It was too dark- darker than even the fear eating her away.

So dark that she couldn't make out who it was. Only his strong masculine scent wafted through her nose.

"What-"

"You came back- I am sorry for everything!"

"I am not-"

The door made a loud bang behind her and before she could do anything more, the same appealing masculine scent wafted through her nose and her lips was captured in a hot kiss.

All attempt failed as the night became a long one for her.

That one serving that night became the most horrifying time of her life. It was so horrifying that she shut that memory away and all that was left was the Violet she wanted to become.

Doctor Violet Myers.

Violet Pov

I needed to rest! Can't they just understand that doctors are humans too? We don't have super powers!

Shutting my eyes, I ran my hand through my golden wavy hair which I had to tie in a ponytail before putting on my surgical cap. I had discarded my operation gown and cap so I could take a quick nap before going to the canteen to grab a bite.

I didn't sleep well last night either... quite unfortunate, right? But that was me, Doctor Violet Myers!

I brought out my purse to check the money left in it. Sighing, I took a peep at the wallet and I knew I was done for. I was definitely going to starve after today.

That was the last money left with me and I was thinking if I should ask for an advance so I won't go broke all through the month? Would my boss be so gracious?

"So much for this month! I wonder if Charles had found a job already," I murmured to myself, thinking about my lazy ass brother.

As I was thinking of what to do, someone barged into my office, looking anxious. Looking up I saw Nurse Abby.

Not again, I thought.

" Doctor Violet! You are needed in the theater room! It's a critical condition!"

" Critical condition? What happened?"

" A little boy and his father were involved in an accident and the boy suffered a head injury. He needs an operation as soon as possible," Nurse Abby said.

" Alright, I will be there. Get the necessary equipment ready," I said, standing up quickly.

I immediately picked up my coat and rushed out of the office to the surgery room.

My team and I were in the surgery room for more than two hours trying our best because it was quite a tricky case. If we aren't careful the little boy might have serious complications that can lead to internal blood clotting which was fatal.

"What do we do, doctor?" My assistant surgeon, Doctor Joe asked.

"Let's go with option A. If it's successful, the boy should be alright in less than 8 hours," I said, biting my lips

It was a risk we had to take but then the side effects were a little... complicated.

Finally, we were through with the surgery and the lights to the operation room went off. I was damn tired and hungry!

All I wanted that instant was to rush to my office to freshen up and then go to the canteen for a late night snack.

"Violet, are you okay?" Doctor Joe asked, looking at my frustrated expression.

"Dammit! I am on the verge of breaking down!" I said, rolling my eyes.

I heard him chuckling at my words before patting my shoulders," That's why you have me, sweetheart. I got a takeout in your office. So just freshen up and eat."

Oh my!

I looked at him gratefully and would have embraced him if I wasn't all sweaty." I owe you one, Joe"

Doctor Joe just smiled and turned around to leave.

I also decided to go to my office, luckily, there were no dramatic relatives of the person around.

But just as I turned around to leave, my eyes locked on a fierce looking pair of hazel eyes that seemed to bore through me.

There was something familiar about him that I just can't picture.

"My son... how is he?" His icy voice brought me back to reality.

"Your son?" I asked, confused.

Then my brain clicked and began to connect the dots. No wonder he looked a little familiar. The little boy they just operated on was his son?

"Oh! He is out of danger and has been wheeled to the ICU. He will be awake anytime soon. You can go and meet him if you want" I said, showing him the way to the ICU.

The man was about to say something when he held his head in pain.

I looked at him in concern." Are you alright, Mr?"

Being the doctor I was, I wanted to show my concern to him by trying to hold him when the man's glare stopped me.

Ouch! That hurts... my pride, I guess.

He waved me off as he struggled to walk to the place I pointed to him.

So arrogant!

Feeling hungry, I forgot about him and walked towards my office again so I could eat something.

I was about to enter my office when a nurse came running towards me again.

"What is it this time around? I am not going to do any surgery until I have eaten!" I said but the nurse shook her head.

So much for being a doctor!

I just sigh at my miserable life right now but as a pediatrician, I can't let my patients down. How could I let those adorable children go through pain?

I knew I was in for another round of surgery that might last for several hours! But then, I still have to save those cuties!

*****

It's been hours in the surgical room. I was so tired that I slumped down tiredly on my chair in the office. I took a rest for five minutes before going to freshen up.

When I got back, I took out the take out that Joe ordered for me. It was already cold so I had to make do with the snacks inside. Just as I was munching on the food, my office door was pushed open.

"Not another surgery!" I said, looking at the nurse tiredly.

"That's not it, Doctor Violet. The little boy we just operated on is awake and asking for his mother!" The nurse said.

"Awake? So soon? That's..."

"You have to go and check on him!" The nurse said, frantically.

What was my business if he was looking for his mother? Shouldn't his father take control of that?

"Why am I needed if he is asking for his mother?" I asked, raising my brows.

"That's because he has no mother, Doctor," the nurse replied.

"What?"

Was he delusional due to the operation?

Sighing for the umpteenth time, I followed the nurse to the ICU and true to her words, the little boy was throwing tantrums as he yelled for his mother. That was not good, it might lead to complications if he kept screaming.

I pushed open the door of the ward and saw the father trying to pacify the child. All the coldness and icy aura had all melted in the presence of his son. All that was on his face was helplessness.

I watched as his eyes only radiated love around the chubby angel. Just as I was thinking of what to do, the little boy raised his eyes and his emerald green orbs stared deep at me.

He squinted his eyes at me and his lips were pouted in an adorable pout. He blinked his eyes and the next thing everyone heard in the ward, including me, was his tiny voice, filled with happiness.

"Momma!"

His gaze never left mine. Was he calling me his mother?

What the hell!

This was such a weird situation, damnit! His eyes were boring through mine and those lips were wrapped up in a pout.

What an adorable child even when wrapped up in a bandage.

"Ha! Violet! Stop dreaming! You heard it wrongly!" I scolded myself.

As I was contemplating on what to say, I felt a scorching stare behind me and I turned to see a pair of eyes gazing through me. It was filled with anger and...confusion as it stopped at the boy.

Oops! I forgot he had a scary and arrogant father! But that wasn't the point as my brain began to register what the child was calling me.

Perhaps, I must have heard wrongly. He can't possibly mean it! I need to correct him as soon as possible.

I smiled at the little boy and was about to correct him, when the grumpy iceberg rushed towards us.

"Son, are you hurt anywhere? You scared me, son" He asked, kissing his chubby hands and cheeks.

So even this ill-mannered man can be so nice with words? It's good though that he loves his son.

I watched the little boy looking at his father. He must have seen the hurt in his dad's eyes because he looked down in guilt before raising his eyes again.

I saw something that almost blinded my eyes! That grumpy iceberg just smiled! Oh my gosh, he was so damn hot!

I was still lost in his smile when I heard the little boy reassuring his father," Daddy, I am fine. You don't have to feel sad. I am happy now that I have momma and you by my side. But I am feeling sleepy again."

"Then sleep, Son," the man said, patting his head. I saw him biting his lower lip as he tried to force out a smile.

I can tell he doesn't like it one bit that his son was referring to an unknown woman as his mother. Who would?

"Mummy, stay with me," the little boy said, holding my hand tightly.

His hands felt warm and it went straight to my heart, melting off all the anger I was feeling towards his father.

It was obvious I did not misheard him. He really did call me his mother. I was speechless. How could he even call me that when we had never met before?

I was just about to correct the little boy when I saw that he had slept off. I sighed softly and let him hold my hands till he was deeply asleep.

"Don't worry, Mister. He would snap out of it when he wakes up. It's one of the side effects of the surgery," I said and began to explain to him why he was likely that way.

But at the end of the five minute lecture, the only answer I got from him was a grunt. A grunt? Just a hmm!

Relax, Vee... he is just a patient and your patient's father. Think of the little chubby dumpling," I tried to cool my temper.

I was getting frustrated as if I was talking to a log of wood! Not wanting to spend one minute longer here, I slowly removed my hands from the sleeping boy and was about to leave when the iceberg finally uttered another word.

"Can he be discharged?" He asked, looking at his son.

I frowned. He can be discharged if everything was okay but he would need to have a doctor around him always and also take his pills regularly. He would also need to go for check up every two days. Isn't that stressful?

"Yes, he can be discharged but not right now. He needs to regain a little strength. His vitals are okay. The only thing is for him to come for check-up regularly. I will be back for his next check-up. You can discharge him only if he can have access to a doctor all the time," I responded.

" That's not a problem. I want him discharged right now," he said, looking at me.

Was he trying to act deaf? Even if he was rich and can afford a doctor, the child still needs another five hours sleep!

" Like I said, sir. He would be discharged but that would be later when I come for his check up"

I didn't wait for him to say anything more before fleeing away from the ward. I held my pounding heart when I remembered everything that transpired just now and what the cute like dumpling just called me.

"I would love to be a mother to such a cute son but... your iceberg of a father is a no!" I said to herself, walking briskly to my office.

What a day!

Back in my office, I didn't know when I slept off. I was so tired that I just slumped down into a deep sleep. I was woken up by a knock on my door.

"Violet, you need to go and see your patient. His father wants him discharged right away or he will take the boy without permission," Nurse Abby said.

"You mean that iceberg?" I asked, yawning.

"Who?" She asked, confused.

"Nevermind, I will be right there," I said, dismissing her.

I didn't realize it was so late already. When I got to the ward, if looks could kill that iceberg would have killed me.

I ignored his glare and went to my patient who was still sleeping. He was still sedated. I checked on him and saw he was recovering well.

"He can be discharged but..."

"I wasn't deaf the first time. I just need your damn discharge papers. Leave the rest to my medical team," he said arrogantly.

I scoffed inside. Where was this medical team when the child almost died? All the same, they were relieving me off my duty earlier.

"How long will it take?" He asked, staring at me.

"I am done. You can leave..."

"I meant what happened earlier today," he corrected.

I frowned at his words. Then I remembered how the little dumpling had called me his mother earlier.

"Oh, that." I said, with a grinned. "He's just a little confused. That's all."

I wasn't expecting the boy to call me mom either and when he did, I had been too shocked to react appropriately.

It was completely normal for patients to wake up in a confused state for some hours but it would go away before the day ended.

I looked at iceberg and noticed he was looking a little pale. On impulse, I advised him to take his medication too but he snarled at me indirectly telling me to mind my business.

I just shrugged my shoulder instead, I had the feeling he would neglect his condition just to make sure his son was okay.

But it looked like I was just a busybody!

So much for trying to be a good doctor! I immediately shut my mouth instead and left the ward after giving

them a clean sheet.

Work done and dusted! But I must say this had been the most hectic day since I became a doctor!