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—”

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

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

baby are perfectly healthy,” the doctor 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 as soon as you

he

would 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 and some medicine to help you sleep if you need it, and

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

be okay,” Edrick said gently, rubbing my shoulder with a worried yet relieved look in his gray

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

would just need to get through the next

find a therapist.

through postpartum depression, and those stories were bad enough. Postpartum psychosis, on the other hand, turned out

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

doctor, seemingly satisfied now by Edrick’s 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

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