His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 214

#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—”

But before I could get a word out to tell him about my prophetic dream, the 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 to various rooms to get x-rays and scans, I felt utterly exhausted and disoriented.

When I finally was returned to my original room where Edrick was waiting nervously with dark circles under his eyes, the doctor came in to give me my results.

“It looks like both you and the 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 did.”

“What should she do now?” Edrick asked. I noticed that he was holding my hand tightly, but I didn’t mind one bit.

“I 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 I’d like you to come back when the week is over for a follow-up appointment.”

“A week?” I asked. I couldn’t stay in bed for a week! I had a job to do, and I had already taken enough time off because of the whole warehouse ordeal!

“It’ll be okay,” Edrick said gently, rubbing my shoulder with a worried yet relieved look in his gray eyes. “It’s just a week.”