Mommy daddy is the lycan king

Chapter 88

Fiona’s eyes fluttered, and she found herself in a rather strange room without knowing how she got

here. The bed gave little comfort for her b*dy, and the beeping sound of the heart monitor beside her

head sent her senses into a frenzy. She immediately sat

and looking around, she realised she was in a ward at the hospital.

up,

Why was she in a hospital bed?

What happened to her?

She felt an ache in her head, and her hand ran up to rub against it slowly, trying to ease the pain. Then

she remembered that she had experienced a slight headache while Cillian was in her office, and that

was the last thing she could remember.

Cillian was in her office.

What did he do to her? Why was she here?

She placed her legs on the floor to get down, and she winced at how cold it was.

They took off her shoes as well.

The question still ran around when the door opened, and Peter walked in, holding a report sheet in his

hand and staring at her in a worried way.

“What am I doing here?” she demanded, staring at him.

“You passed out.” He informed her.

“For how long?”

“A few hours.” He answered, “We ran a few tests and got their results back.” He stepped towards her

and handed her the result paper.

She took it, and her eyes scanned over the number of tests run and their results. Her eyes moved

down towards the end, and they caught the only test that stood out.

Pregnancy…. positive.

She would have laughed out loud, but her headache still had her in a tight grip. “I am not pregnant.”

She said this and rubbed her forehead to ease the pain.

“The test result says you are,” Peter insisted.

This had to be a joke because there was no way she could be pregnant.

She glared at him and said, “Then check again, Peter; I am not pregnant.”

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“I ran the test myself, and I did it three times. You are indeed pregnant-13 weeks, to be precise.”

She stayed still, knowing that if Peter’s result was true, she would be able to hear the heartbeat of the

child. It didn’t come until the first few seconds passed, and then she focused again. This time, she

heard it. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. Her eyes grew glassy, and she ran her hand over

her face.

How could she be pregnant and not even know?

Her head aches even more. The head ache had begun for the last two weeks and wasn’t a constant

thing. She thought it was from dehydration, stress, or fatigue; she never thought it would be linked to

pregnancy, but she should have. The fatigue, the nausea, the headache, and the change in her taste

for food. This was her field, and she should have known.

She didn’t need to wonder whose it was; she had been with one man and only one man all her life.

Julian McQueen. She was carrying his baby while in exile.

This news didn’t bring her joy. It reminded her of the man she had been doing her best to get over-the

man who was anything but a mate to her now. Of all the times to be pregnant, it had to be now.

Julian and she had looked forward to having another child, and while she wanted another boy, he

wanted a girl. She remembered the many times she caught him with his head on her stomach, telling

her he was waiting to hear a heartbeat. She called him crazy because that was not how having a child

worked, but she also thought it was cute.

A tear dropped on the test result sheet in her hand, and she cleared her throat and wiped off the tears,

then looked back at him.

“Is there something I can do?” he asked.

With the news of her pregnancy came a new reality: she couldn’t live like she had before. She had to

restructure her life now so it would accommodate the child. Everything will change, even her role as

part of the research team.

She shook her head and said, “No, there isn’t anything. I will be fine.”

He didn’t seem to believe her, but he didn’t argue. He nodded and made his way to the door, but

paused and turned back. “Dr. Omale has been outside since he brought you in. Do you want to send

him in?”

Was she ready to see him, though? She would have to at one point.

“Send him in,” she replied, and Peter nodded and took his leave.

Tue, 30 Ja

The door opened slowly, and Cillian walked in. He held the utmost look of worry on his face as he

stared at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a gentle voice.

She nodded, touched by his tender show of affection. “Yes, I still have the headache, but I mean, it is

part of the process.”

His eyes narrowed at her confusion, but he didn’t ask her to explain what she meant.

“I was scared.” He revealed, taking another step forward, and she couldn’t imagine how he must have

felt seeing her lose consciousness while talking to him.

“I am sorry,” she said, folding the test result still in her hand.

He got to her bedside and sat. “I thought I did something.” His eyes fluttered, and a shy smile appeared

on his face. “I am st upid for saying this, but I thought I placed you under too much pressure and your This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

b*dy couldn’t take it.”

“You didn’t; none of it was your fault, Cillian, I assure you.”

He turned to stare at her and said, “I am glad you are okay, and I want you to know that whatever

happens, I am here for you.” He assured her and then took her hand in his for a tight squeeze.

At his touch, she felt comfort and ease, and she knew that she was safe with him. She pulled closer

and placed her head on his shoulder, and they both stayed silent. She wanted him to hold on to her this

way and never let go.

“I’m pregnant.” She said in a small voice after a while of silence went by.

He stayed mute, and she wondered what he was going to say. She wouldn’t blame him if he stood up

and left here and now. It was his decision, and if he didn’t want her and her baggage anymore, she

wouldn’t hate him.

He didn’t get up to leave like she expected; instead, his hand on hers tightened. “I’m here. It will be

fine.”

Her eyes blurred up at his response, as it wasn’t what she expected. This man was what she wanted

and more, and it was just too good to be true, but he was true.

She never accepted his offer for a date before passing out earlier, and now, thinking about it, it doesn’t

seem like a bad idea. It was a good one.

She pulled her head away from his shoulder and gazed up at him. The same moment he turned his

head, his eyes met hers, and she felt herself swept away by the intensity of his

gaze.

Her gaze drifted from his eyes to his lips, and her b*dy lit up at the thought of k*ssing him.

As if knowing what she was thinking about, he leaned in and took her lips between his for a soft and

passionate k*ss that took her breath away.

She pulled back, realising what had just happened. She just let him k*ss her, and she liked it.

“I am sorry.” He began, pushing his glasses further into his face, but she shook her head.

“If you could have something when you ask, what would it be?” She said that, and he knew where she

was going. This was the conversation they had never ended before she passed out.

“I will ask you to come out on a second date with me.” He replied without hesitation, just like before.

“Okay,” she said, smiling at him.

His own smile came out, strong and unwavering. “Okay.” He said that and k*ssed her lips once again.