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.

he responded, his own voice shaking. “But

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 tests were over and they had finished

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

said with a smile. “You can thank your wolf for putting you in a dormant state… And you’re lucky that you came out of it

asked. I noticed that he was holding my hand tightly, but I didn’t mind one

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

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

shoulder with a worried yet relieved look in

gave me a stern 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 yourself and your baby. And I know that you won’t want to

was right, of course; I didn’t want to put my baby in harm’s way. I would just need to get through the

doctor cleared his throat then and let 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 happened to you.

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 had heard were troubling to

was something else there, too. Fear. Was he afraid that I would kill our baby? Did he view

the rest of the night to keep an eye on your vitals, but you can leave after that,” he said, patting my ankle. “If

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