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.

three days,” he responded, his own voice shaking.

eyes widen as Edrick spoke. “Edrick, I have

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 time all of the

original room where Edrick was waiting nervously with dark circles

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

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

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

a 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 gray eyes. “It’s just

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

in my lap. The doctor was right, of course; I didn’t want to put my baby in harm’s way. 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

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 happened to you. But it’s a lot for one person to process. Combined with the pregnancy hormones, you’re setting yourself up

bad enough. Postpartum psychosis, on the other hand, turned out to be fatal more often than not

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 a dangerous person because of what I went through in

keep an eye on your vitals, but you can leave after that,” he said, patting my ankle. “If you need anything,

watched the doctor leave. Once we were alone again, Edrick sighed and ran a hand through his disheveled