His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 214: The Omen

Moana

When I woke up, I found myself in a dimly lit hospital room with Edrick sleeping on my lap. I was no longer floating in a void, nor was Michael above me with a knife. Instead, I was safe and sound with my mate by my side.

But nothing felt right. That dream was too vivid to just be a machination of my own anxiety… It felt like an omen. Was Michael coming for me with that knife, or was it really all just a dream made up in my own mind?

Suddenly, Edrick must have sensed that I was awake because he jerked his head up and opened his eyes wide.

“Moana,” he whispered. He lurched forward suddenly, looking relieved, and kissed me deeply. I was comforted, but also taken aback at the same time, and when we pulled apart I gave him a puzzled look.

“What happened?” I asked quietly. My throat felt dry and cracked.

been asleep for three days,” he responded,

felt my eyes widen as Edrick spoke. “Edrick, I have to

began taking my vitals, checking on me, and asking me questions. The room filled with a flurry of activity, and by the time all of the tests were over and they had finished wheeling me around to various rooms

my original room where Edrick was waiting nervously with dark circles under

your wolf for putting you

she do now?” Edrick asked. I noticed that he

his clipboard. “I’m going to send in a prescription for you for some special vitamins and some medicine to

week! I had a job to do, and I had already taken enough time off

rubbing my shoulder with a worried yet relieved look in his

look as he ripped the page off of his clipboard and handed it to Edrick. “You’ve been through a lot of stress for someone who is still relatively early on in her pregnancy. At this point, if you don’t dial things back and stop biting off more than you can chew, you’ll jeopardize both

would just need to get through the next

on the end of my bed with his hands as he looked at me over the rim of his glasses. “But I sincerely think that you should find a therapist. I don’t know exactly what happened a few weeks ago, although I’ve heard bits and pieces.

went wide. I had heard stories about women going through postpartum depression, and those stories were bad enough. Postpartum psychosis, on the other hand, turned out to be fatal more often than not without proper treatment. The things I

too. Fear. Was he afraid that I would kill our baby? Did he view me as a dangerous person because of what I went through in the warehouse, or was I just being paranoid

shot me a smile. “I’m going to have you stay the rest of the night to keep an eye on your vitals, but you can

leave. Once we were alone again, Edrick sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair before he turned back to face me and offered me a weak