His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 64

#Chapter 64: Embryo

Moana

Swallowing my anger over Edrick’s sudden choice to leave me at the hospital overnight and chalking it up to him simply wanting to protect his daughter, I took a deep breath and opened the car door before stepping out.

I walked into the spacious lobby, where a secretary was sitting at a small desk. She shot me a confused look as I entered.

“Ma’am, this is a werewolf hospital,” she said, her tone of voice sounding flat and annoyed.

This angered me even more than what Edrick had said in the car.

“I know,” I replied, walking up to her desk. “I have an appointment.”

The secretary stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down briefly, before she returned to slowly chewing her gum and clicking around on her computer. “Name?”

“Moana Fowler,” I replied.

She clicked around some more, muttering under her breath, before she seemed to find my appointment. She then wrote my name down on a name tag sticker and handed it to me. “You’re on the second floor. The elevator is over there.” She pointed behind herself without even turning, then promptly returned to clicking at her computer. I swallowed as I walked past her and pressed the button on the elevator.

The elevator doors slid open. I stepped on, then pressed the button for the second floor. As I waited for the doors to open again at my destination, I realized that I was touching my stomach nervously, and quickly pulled my hand away as a tear came to my eye.

“You can still turn around,” Mina said. “You can go home. There’s no need to go through with this.”

I ignored her.

The elevator doors slid open on the second floor. I stepped out and followed the signs down the hall to the gynecology department, then walked through a set of large glass double doors. The inside of the gynecology department, to no surprise, was extremely nice with large windows that looked out over a courtyard below and rows of plush chairs in the waiting area. Soft classical music played. Scattered around the room were various other patients waiting for their appointments; there were a few couples and some single women. All of them, of course, looked up at me when I entered, immediately noticing from my lack of a scent that I was a human. One of the women turned and whispered something to her husband as I passed. I overheard her say something about how I didn’t belong here, but I chose to ignore her and instead calmly walked up to the reception desk.

“Hello,” I said to the young nurse working at the desk, who thankfully smiled warmly at me. “I have an appointment. Last name is Fowler.”

The nurse nodded and looked at her computer, then looked back up at me and smiled again. “You’re all set, Miss Fowler. You can take a seat and the nurse will be right out.”

I nodded and walked past the gossipy couple again before I found a seat by the window.

As I sat, I only began to grow more and more nervous. Each time the nurse came out, I would feel my heart leap, only for it to relax again as she would call another patient’s name.

Eventually, however, it was my turn.

The nurse led me to my private room. There was a comfortable bed and a couch inside with a nice, big window and even a small kitchenette. The medical equipment, however, ruined the otherwise pleasant atmosphere.

“The doctor will be right in,” the nurse said, giving me a hospital gown before leaving me again.