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.

asleep for three days,” he responded, his own voice shaking. “But you’re okay. You’re okay

my eyes widen as Edrick spoke.

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 time all of the tests were over and they had finished wheeling me around to various rooms to get x-rays and

was waiting nervously with dark circles under his eyes, the doctor came in

doctor said with a smile. “You can thank your wolf for putting you in a dormant state…

now?” Edrick asked. I noticed that he was holding my hand tightly,

scribbled furiously on his 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

I had 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

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 yourself and your baby. And I know that you won’t want

harm’s way. I would just need to get

out a sigh. “Now, this next part isn’t so much an order as it is a strong recommendation,” he said, leaning 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. And I don’t know if that’s the only thing that has

eyes 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.

have a few therapists in mind already.” He looked at me for a moment with pain in his eyes, but there was something else there, too. Fear. Was he afraid that I would kill our baby? Did he view me as

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 anything, just

again, Edrick sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled hair before he turned back to face me and