Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#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.

Edrick shook his head. “You’ve been asleep for three days,” he responded, his own voice shaking. “But you’re okay. You’re okay now.”

I felt my eyes widen as Edrick spoke. “Edrick, I have to tell you something—”

me questions. The room filled with a flurry of activity, and by the time all of the tests were

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

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

I noticed that he was holding my hand tightly, but I didn’t

like you to stay on bed rest for the next week,” the doctor said as he scribbled furiously on his clipboard. “I’m going to send in a prescription for you for some special vitamins

asked. I couldn’t stay in bed for a week! I had a job to do, and I had already taken enough time off because

be okay,” Edrick said gently, rubbing my shoulder with a worried yet

the doctor continued. He 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.

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 much, and then hopefully

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 for some severe postpartum depression or even postpartum…

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 had heard were troubling

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

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 call one of

doctor leave. Once we were alone again, Edrick sighed and ran a hand