Page 216 of His Fated Luna

Dr. Danvers hesitated for a milli-second before replying. “It will.”

“But what if it doesn’t? We need a specialist here to deal with a worst case scenario,” Aiden argued.

“My specialization was in gynae.” Dr. Danvers replied patiently. “I am capable of handling it if things don’t go according to plan.”

“I’d still feel more comfortable getting a second opinion,” Aiden asserted.

I gasped. How could he doubt our doctor? But I saw the fire in his eyes and knew it was completely pointless disagreeing with him right now.

When we got home, Aiden pulled me into his embrace as we sat on the couch in the TV lounge. I could sense his agitation, his worry. He was a wreck internally.

“Everything’s going to be OK,” I assured him.

“I’m not going to lose you.” Aiden spoke determinedly.

Three days later..

We’d gone to three other doctors and Aiden had someone flown in specially from Paris to come take a look at me. Things were getting out of hand with Aiden's crusade to find someone he was satisfied with. I knew what Aiden was looking for. He was looking for someone that would promise a 100% success rate. That just wasn’t possible.

I had done a bit of research of my own regarding this condition. Dr. Danvers was right, it was extremely rare. Only 1 in 2,500 pregnancies' experienced it. And there were three forms of the condition. I had placenta accreta, where the placenta had not fully entrenched itself into the muscles of my uterus but had definitely penetrated the walls of my uterus. In very severe instances, the doctor might need to remove my entire uterus with the placenta attached to it. It meant that if things got out of hand, I might not be able to have any more babies.

But I was a werewolf. My wolf would heal me. This is all just a precaution. Aiden, however, was on edge. He had become fiercely protective of me. Not even letting me take the leisurely two minute walk to Josie's house when I needed to get away from him. It was suffocating me to be honest.

“You know,” I began gently one night as my alpha paced the length of the nursery we’d finished decorating in hues of yellow with a Winnie the Pooh theme. “Even normal deliveries don’t have a 100% success rate.”

“They do if you’re werewolves.” Aiden ground out, grinding his molars together agitatedly. “Three doctors, three. And theyall said the same exact thing. They were all quacks.” He ran an agitated hand through his hair.

I looked at Aiden and gave words to my thoughts. “The doctors are not quacks. But the problem is you want someone out there who can give you the prognosis you want to hear. You keep looking for someone out there to tell you that this is all a wrong diagnosis.”

“There’s got to someone or something that could tell me everything’s going to be OK…” Aiden muttered. Before I could respond, he suddenly looked up at me determinedly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

I sunk down in a rocking chair, my eyes going to the black loopy writing on the wall where the baby crib was pushed up against.

You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.

I rubbed my stomach comfortingly while staring at the quote from Winnie the Pooh.

“We can do this,” I said with conviction, speaking to my baby as well as myself.

Aiden's POV

“Give me that damn clock,” I demanded of Tony barging into his home unannounced.

He sat, lost in thought, on a recliner chair with his elbows resting on his knees and head bent towards the floor.

“The…what?” Tony looked up at me, face haggard and drawn. He looked like a man who’d been to hell and back.

“I need to know,” I pleaded. “I need to know if she survives this. I’ll only use it to go forward a couple of days. I won’t change anything.”

I didn’t mention that if I found out Rose wouldn’t survive, I was willing to go back in time and change things so she wouldn’t get pregnant. I knew I should have used a condom. Hell, I might just go ahead and go back in time instead of forward.

Tony exhaled deeply, passing a hand over his face before finally starting to speak.

“I don’t know where it is.” He bent his neck, head hanging down in shame. “If it meant it helped Rose, I’d give it to you. But I don’t know.”

“How could you not know?!” I exploded. “You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying,” Tony insisted. “I don’t remember where I put it.”