Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 69

**Night Whispers Forgotten Names – Colin Shah**
**Chapter 69**

**Damien’s POV**

In the labyrinth of my thoughts, one aspect of my grand plan to surprise Amelia with a gift had eluded me entirely: the rather awkward task of explaining my intentions to Dr. Wyatt. While I prided myself on my ability to maintain composure in most situations, the prospect of articulating why I needed her assistance in presenting a gift to my wife felt like a blow to my ego. I was a man who typically stood tall, unflinching in the face of embarrassment, yet today, a sense of vulnerability crept in.

The gift had been carefully wrapped, adorned with whimsical patterns of soft pink and gentle blue bubbles. Since we remained unaware of our baby’s sex, I thought it wise to embrace a neutral theme that celebrated both possibilities.

Arriving at Dr. Wyatt’s office in the hospital, I found her standing beside her desk, rifling through an open file cabinet. As I stepped inside, her gaze flickered from me to the gift cradled in my hands, and I noticed her brow arching in surprise.

The relationship between Dr. Wyatt and me had always been a delicate one. Although I was grateful for her role in helping Amelia conceive a child that bore the dual heritage of our world, I could not shake off the memories of the struggles Amelia had faced throughout this journey. The countless injections had been nothing short of torture for her, and while I rejoiced at the thought of her carrying our child, the scars of her suffering weighed heavily on my conscience.

I often chastised myself for allowing her to endure that pain for so long. Regret gnawed at me, a relentless reminder that some wounds run deeper than the skin. Yet, I understood that the past was immutable; what was done could not be undone.

Despite my lingering feelings of guilt, I had to acknowledge that Dr. Wyatt had become a pillar of support for Amelia. If I wanted to utilize that trust to facilitate my gift, I had to set aside my past grievances and approach the present with kindness.

“Alpha,” Dr. Wyatt greeted me, her tone formal and slightly stiff. “Is there something I can assist you with today?”

“Tomorrow marks Amelia’s next appointment, correct?” I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it.

“Yes…?” she replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. “I assume you wish to join us again?”

“I do,” I affirmed, my resolve firm. “But I also require your assistance with something more.”

“Of course, Alpha,” she replied, her eyes darting to the package I held.

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