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—”

room 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 wheeling me around

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

wolf for putting

now?” Edrick asked. I noticed that he was holding my hand tightly, but I didn’t mind

in a prescription for you

week! I had a job to do, and I had already taken

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

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,

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

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

enough. Postpartum psychosis, on the other hand, turned out to be fatal more

too. Fear. Was he afraid that

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

ran a hand through his disheveled hair before he turned back to