Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 227

~Lyra~

Something’s wrong with the baby.

No. No. No. No. No.

That’s not something you just say. That’s not something you say like you’re commenting on the weather or asking if I’ve been nauseous.

You don’t press your stupid, gloved hand on my belly and say that something is wrong like it’s just a normal fucking Tuesday. What the fuck does that even mean? What is wrong? What do you feel? Why aren’t you saying anything? Why are you pressing and pausing and blinking like you didn’t just rip my entire chest open with five fucking words?

And why is Damon so still?

I can’t look at him.

I can’t.

I didn’t even know how bad I wanted this until she said something might be wrong.

I didn’t know how much I loved the tiny thing growing inside me until I felt my entire body curl inward, like I could wrap around my stomach and keep it safe just by thinking hard enough. I’d do anything. I’d bleed out for this child. I’d die if it meant keeping it safe.

“What’s wrong with my baby?” I screamed again. I was full-on sobbing now, the ugly kind of sobbing, with snot and hiccups and the kind of shaking that makes your fingers twitch and your throat close.

The doctor had the audacity to glance at me like I was the problem.

Like my reaction was too much.

Like I wasn’t allowed to scream and cry and fall apart over my baby.

I tried to sit up straighter. I tried to hold still so she could check better, so she could say just kidding or oh wait, false alarm, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I grabbed Damon’s wrist without even realizing it, squeezing so hard I felt my nails dig into his skin.

“Tell me,” I gasped, blinking so fast everything was a blur. “Please. Please just say it. Don’t pause. Don’t look at me like that. Just say what you felt. Say it fast. Say it all at once. Don’t stop. Don’t stop talking until you say it’s okay.”

I was rocking back and forth now, my whole body wrapped around my belly like I could will the baby to be safe if I just loved it hard enough.

I was eighteen. I didn’t know how to do any of this. I didn’t know how to be calm and patient and rational. I didn’t know how to be quiet when my heart was in my throat and the only thing I could hear was something is wrong.

“It can’t be dead,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Right? You would’ve said that. You would’ve said it if it was dead. You wouldn’t let me sit here and scream if it was dead. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t. Right?”

“You’re gonna check,” I snapped, voice wild, desperate, half-choked. “You’re gonna fucking check right now. You’re gonna do whatever scan, test, spell, witchcraft you need to do, and you’re gonna tell me exactly what’s inside me and why the fuck you said what you said. Because if this is just something you say to get off on the drama, I will scream so loud you’ll never work again.”

The doctor blinked. Damon didn’t even blink. He was too still. He was holding me now, both arms around me, one hand spread wide over my belly like he was shielding it with his entire soul.

“You said second heartbeat,” he said suddenly, his voice low and shaking and dangerous. “Are you telling me she might be having twins?”

I stopped breathing.

Twins?

What the fuck?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.