Seven Months Later
I finally got to read the book my mother gave me on my wedding day. It ended up being a very old diary that my mother had written. I was sitting on the rocking chair in the bedroom, seven months pregnant, holding her diary. It explained a lot about our family history and why she was so absent from my life despite us living in the same home. She was terrified of my father, and things would get worse if she tried to intervene between me and him.
I looked up from the diary, holding my forehead as a dizzy spell took over me. The dizziness had been happening quite a bit recently, but I’d been brushing it off, thinking it was no big deal. I continued reading her diary, which was splayed on my lap.
March 4th
Dear Diary,
Today is the day I get to meet my second alpha, whom Henry deemed was my fated mate. Rodmon was excited for me, although I sensed a bit of jealousy emanating from him. He was my one and only for a long time at the breeding camp. But now that we were in a new land, I was excited for a new life.
“I found out that his name is Alan,” said my sister Julie as she fixed my hair excitedly for the big day of the meeting.
I froze in my chair. He had helped me through my heat once before.
“It’s the bald alpha you hate,” I sighed.
“Oh no, what the fuck?” she said in shock.
Suddenly, another dizzy spell overtook me, and I put the book down on the bed. I closed my eyes, waiting for it to pass, but this time, it took longer. Slowly, I stood up so I could join my pack downstairs. I stumbled on the top step, and suddenly, Zaff rushed up the stairs with alpha speed upon seeing the state I was in.
“Are you okay, Bree?” he asked while holding my arm, steadying me. My head was spinning and I was suddenly wobbly on my feet. What the heck was happening to me? If I fell, the baby would be hurt, so I grabbed onto his shirt.
“No,” I said, stumbling again and holding onto him tighter.
“What are you feeling?” he asked worriedly, fishing his pocket for his cell phone.
“Dizzy, a little bit. I don’t know what’s happening to me. Zaff the baby.”
He started to dial a number on his phone, “This isn’t good. Hold on.”
“What are you doing?” I asked. My words were coming out slurred, and I was getting more alarmed.
“Calling the doctor,” he said. “Hello, Dr. Befram. My wife is feeling dizzy. She’s seven months pregnant.”
When he hung up, he immediately carried me down the rest of the stairs.
“What did the doctor say?” I asked, closing my eyes as I turned my head into his chest. The darkness of my vision was terrifying, and I held my pregnant belly protectively.
“Oscar, get a car ready,” he ordered his pack. “We need to take her to the hospital as soon as possible.”
“Fuck,” said Oscar, rushing out the door without question.
“What happened, Zaff?” asked Ruston in alarm.
“She’s dizzy, and we need to get her to the hospital before she goes unconscious,” explained Zaff while I kept my eyes closed. The light was hurting my eyes, and my chest was starting to feel heavy for some reason.
They soon shuffled me into a limo, and everything was a dark haze as I focused on the silver buttons on Zaff’s shirt.
“I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I said, coughing. “I can barely sit up without feeling dizzy.”
“Relax, it’s okay,” said Zaff quickly. “We’re getting help. Sit tight, baby.”
The coughing was taking over my lungs as we drove to the hospital. I always had a cough, but it got worse with every minute. When we finally reached the hospital, the alphas rushed out of the limo with me in their arms.
My vision was getting blurry to my alarm, and I tried not to panic in Zaff’s arms.
“My wife is pregnant,” said Zaff to the nurse. “She’s very dizzy.”
The nurse took one look at me, and they put me in a wheelchair, rolling me to the labor and delivery room.
“She has the signs of preeclampsia,” the head nurse in charge said as she rolled my chair into a large operating room. “A c-section is needed, but it could also worsen her condition.”
“Please save the baby,” I gasped, closing my eyes when I felt the fluid in my lungs come to my throat again as I violently coughed.
“Breanna,” said Zaff, but I was slowly losing my sense of hearing as they transferred me onto the hospital bed.
“We will perform the c-section,” said the nurse. “We need to prep her before the doctor arrives.”
I tried to keep my eyes open and alert as the nurses hooked me up to several machines to monitor me. I was losing track of what was happening, and I was slowly starting to fade away to the beeping of the machines.
“Please save her,” said Zaff, his voice sounding like it was coming from a tunnel as I passed out.
I woke up to the shrill cry of a newborn. Opening my eyes, I looked around me, confused as Oscar and Zaff peered into my face with concern in their eyes. But all I could focus on was the beautiful cry of my baby, who I carried for nine months.
“She’s awake,” shouted Oscar, and I heard cheering.
In front of me was a blue barrier separating me from my child.
“The baby,” I croaked, looking at Oscar, who was nearest to me. “Where’s our baby?”
Suddenly, the doctor brought the baby around the divider, and he had a proud smile on his face.
“It’s a girl,” Dr. Befram said, his long white beard trembling. Tears burst from my eyes when I saw her little body encircled in the doctor’s arms. I couldn’t believe I was alive, and the baby was okay, too, despite being born at seven months.
“Check the mother’s vitals,” said Dr. Befram as a second nurse washed the baby before bringing her to me. They finally placed her in my arms, and my heart swelled as I held the tiny baby against my breasts.
“She’s so tiny,” I exclaimed. I couldn’t see the mark of an omega on her shoulder, which would be a wolf claw birthmark, but I wasn’t worried at all.
“Our baby girl,” said Zaff, gently kissing me on the lips and stroking the baby’s wrinkly forehead. “What will we name her?”
“I like the name Ava,” I said. I had been contemplating the name for days, writing down lists in my notebooks at home. I didn’t have anything else to do since the alphas prevented me from doing extra chores.
“That’s a gorgeous name,” said my nurse as they cleaned me up.
“Interesting,” said Oscar. “I like it. It’s cute enough for our baby.”
“Do you care that she’s a girl?” I asked them, suddenly overprotective of her as I thought about my father. I couldn’t believe he’d hurt his child, and now I found it even more ridiculous as I held my baby in my arms. I would jump in front of a hurling car to save my baby.
“We don’t care what she is,” said Zaff in a firm voice. “Whether she turns out to be a beta, omega, or alpha, she’s our daughter, and she will be our entire world regardless of her designation.”
“I love you,” I said, overwhelmed by love for my alphas. Even though I started out as their maid, now I knew that I was meant to be their omega, and my life felt complete.
“We love you too,” said Zaff, kissing me on the lips. “I can’t imagine a life without you, my love.”
