Ran Away Pregnant Came Back Alpha Heiress (Amelia and Damien) novel Chapter 70

**Chapter 70**

Maybe he cared for our child even more than he ever cared for me.

I held onto the fragile hope that he could find a way to love our baby, despite the imperfections of being only half-werewolf.

But deep down, I knew the truth. Claire’s baby would always occupy the most cherished spot in his heart. The epitome of a werewolf heir, born of noble lineage, Claire’s child would be free from the shortcomings that plagued my own. In the hierarchy of the werewolf world, the mere fact that my child had a human mother would undoubtedly cast a shadow over their reputation, even if they shone brightly in every other aspect.

With a heavy heart, I sent a silent apology to my unborn child for my human limitations, as if I could somehow absolve myself of the circumstances of my existence.

“Here it is,” Dr. Wyatt announced, her voice breaking through my thoughts. From one of her bags, she produced a carefully wrapped gift adorned in soft pastel colors. It was a modest size, about a foot in width and depth, yet it carried an air of significance. She approached me, where I sat on the examination bed, my legs dangling over the edge, and extended the gift toward me.

“What is this?” I inquired, a mix of curiosity and apprehension swirling within me.

“Just open it,” she urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“You really didn’t have to do this,” I replied, feeling a twinge of guilt. Dr. Wyatt and I shared a genuine friendship, but I certainly didn’t expect gifts, especially at a time like this. Surely, she could save this for any future baby shower I might have.

Yet, her determination was palpable. “Please, just open it,” she insisted, her smile encouraging.

With a deep breath, I began to tear away the wrapping paper, my fingers fumbling with the delicate folds. As the paper fell away, I uncovered a beautiful mobile intended to hang above a crib. A circular frame would suspend from the ceiling, and from it, strings of varying lengths dangled, each adorned with charming stuffed stars in an array of colors and shapes.

At the center, the largest piece was a crescent moon, its surface inscribed with the heartfelt words, “You are loved.”

A sudden wave of emotion washed over me, tightening my throat, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. This gift was so incredibly thoughtful and perfect, capturing a sentiment I had yet to fully articulate. I hadn’t even begun to consider how I would prepare a nursery, uncertain of where life would lead me when the time came to welcome my child into the world.

To possess something so beautiful felt like a treasure. And those words…

Yes, my child would indeed be loved. That was a promise I could hold onto.

“I can’t take credit for this lovely gift,” Dr. Wyatt said gently, her smile radiating warmth.

“I’m sure he’ll want to give you more gifts in the future,” Dr. Wyatt reassured me.

Could that really be the case? Would those future gifts carry the same level of thoughtfulness as this one?

“Tell him…” I hesitated, carefully choosing my words. What was it that I truly wanted?

In my mind, I knew I should resist accepting his gifts. They might lead him to believe that there was still a place for him in my life, a door that remained ajar when I had resolutely closed off my feelings for him.

Yet, in the depths of my heart, I yearned for him to care for me and our child, even if it had to be from afar. Even if our romantic relationship could never be rekindled, I still held onto the hope that he could love the baby.

Gifts like this… they nourished that flicker of hope within me.

“Tell him,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “Next time, I want him to give me the gifts himself.”