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.

days,” he responded, his own voice shaking. “But you’re

my eyes widen as Edrick spoke. “Edrick,

to tell him about my prophetic dream, the room suddenly became rushed with nurses and doctors who began taking my vitals, checking on me, and asking me questions. The room filled with a flurry of activity, and by the

original room where Edrick was waiting nervously with dark circles under his eyes, the doctor came in

perfectly healthy,” the doctor said with a smile. “You can thank your wolf for putting you in a

Edrick asked. I noticed that he was holding my

clipboard. “I’m going to send in a prescription for you for some special vitamins and some medicine to help you sleep if you need it, and I’d like you to come back when the week is over

a job to do, and I had already taken enough time off because of the whole

my shoulder with a worried yet relieved look in his gray eyes. “It’s just a

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

I would just need to get through the next week and hope that the headmistress wouldn’t fire me for being out of work so much, and then hopefully it would be

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

Postpartum psychosis, on the other hand,

too. Fear. Was he afraid that I would kill our

promise, nodded and 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 after that,” he said, patting my ankle. “If you need

doctor leave. Once we were alone again, Edrick sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair before he turned