I Am The Luna

ZADE.

Pregnant.

An odd emotion rushes through me as I stare at her. She looks uncertain, and uneasy, even as if waiting to see my reaction. She’s pregnant, meaning I have a kid on the way.

Fuck

This is real, and that means the responsibilities that I now have are growing too. She’s pregnant…

“Can we get a minute alone?” I say, not looking towards Zaia until now.

“Of course…” she answers, smiling at Valerie as she squeezes her shoulder before she comes towards the door, brushing past me on her way out, and shutting the door behind her.

“So, you told her before me?” I ask, not knowing why, but I’d have preferred being in control of who else found out and when. Especially when this was something that was no one else’s business and I hate when people get up in mine. +

She nods, “Mmm, I needed the emotional support when I took the test.”

That stung. I thought last night I did my best to reassure her, even if this wasn’t what I wanted. She could have called me if she wanted emotional support. She’s been the one avoiding me throughout the day.

“Alright. Cool,” I say, walking over to her.

A child.

Her being pregnant changes everything now. I don’t know how to react, so instead I wrap my arms around her, resting my head on top of hers, knowing that even if this is crazy new to me, I want her to know I’m here for her.1

I love her, and I know she’s nervous right now, but the last thing I want to do is upset her more. Now that I know she’s pregnant, it’s my job to take care of her and… our child.

“We’re going to have to tell the others that you can’t go back to that hospital. You’re better off safe in this pack until things settle.” I say.

I’m always prepared for everything, and right now… I’m not prepared for this, but I don’t want her to feel that. I want her to know she has me, that I’ll always be here.

“No, I’ll be fine. Why does that change things?” she asks me. I can’t read her right now, but her tone seems almost… hostile.

I move back, cupping her face, forcing her to look up at me. “If something happens, you could lose the child. You have to take care of even more than normal. You’re a doctor, Val… you should know that more than anyone.

She’s staring at me and nods. “And you’re, ok?”

“I thought we covered this last night?” I reply, brushing her hair back. She’s beautiful.

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ZADE.

Pregnant.

An odd emotion rushes through me as I stare at her. She looks uncertain, and uneasy, even as if waiting to see my reaction. She’s pregnant, meaning I have a kid on the way.

Fuck.

This is real, and that means the responsibilities that I now have are growing too. She’s pregnant… NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“Can we get a minute alone?” I say, not looking towards Zaia until now.

“Of course…” she answers, smiling at Valerie as she squeezes her shoulder before she comes towards the door, brushing past me on her way out, and shutting the door behind her.

“So, you told her before me?” I ask, not knowing why, but I’d have preferred being in control of who else found out and when. Especially when this was something that was no one else’s business and I hate when people get up in mine.

She nods, “Mmm, I needed the emotional support when I took the test.”

That stung. I thought last night I did my best to reassure her, even if this wasn’t what I wanted. She could have called me if she wanted emotional support. She’s been the one avoiding me throughout the day. 1

“Alright. Cool,” I say, walking over to her.

A child.

Her being pregnant changes everything now. I don’t know how to react, so instead I wrap my arms around her, resting my head on top of hers, knowing that even if this is crazy new to me, I want her to

know I’m here for her. 1

I love her, and I know she’s nervous right now, but the last thing I want to do is upset her more. Now that I know she’s pregnant, it’s my job to take care of her and… our child.

“We’re going to have to tell the others that you can’t go back to that hospital. You’re better off safe in this pack until things settle.” I say.

I’m always prepared for everything, and right now… I’m not prepared for this, but I don’t want her to feel that. I want her to know she has me, that I’ll always be here.

“No, I’ll be fine. Why does that change things?” she asks me. I can’t read her right now, but her tone seems almost… hostile.

I move back, cupping her face, forcing her to look up at me. “If something happens, you could lose the child. You have to take care of even more than normal. You’re a doctor, Val… you should know that more than anyone.”

She’s staring at me and nods. “And you’re, ok?”

“I thought we covered this last night?” I reply, brushing her hair back. She’s beautiful.

She nods, frowning slightly as she looks down. “So, you’re not gutted that despite not giving it to me this morning, I’m pregnant. I mean, it was obvious you weren’t going to do anything until I found out. So, either I was and there’s nothing you can do about it, or you were waiting to find out if I wasn’t, so you definitely didn’t impregnate me until I got onto contraception, right?”

I look down at her. For a moment, it’s hard to believe it’s Valerie. Did someone say something to her? Her tone is definitely fucking hostile, too.

“Care to share what I did fucking wrong?”

“I’m right though, aren’t I?” she asks.

Frowning, I hold her gaze. “Not really, I would have pulled out if we ended up fucking yeah, but me not fucking you this morning was nothing to do with that. Where the fuck is this coming from?” I ask, feeling a sliver of irritation rush through me.

She doesn’t reply, simply turning her head away. “Well, you don’t seem happy with the news either,” she mutters.

“Sorry for not jumping for fucking joy… I didn’t realise that no matter how accepting I’m trying to be, I had to be fucking happy too. You’re pregnant. I acknowledge that, yeah, we both fucked up, but I’m here for it. To be there for you. What more do you want from me, baby girl?”

She doesn’t reply, shaking her head as she tugs free. “I don’t know, I’m just… I don’t know. I felt that way though… that you were being extra careful… Well, the good news is, I’m not.” “Not what?” I ask, frowning as she picks up a white paper bag and takes out a box of pills.

“Not pregnant, the tests were negative, and I’ll start on these, one of these days.” She tosses the tablet box onto the bed along with the stick she was clutching and turning is about to walk away when her words really sink in.

She lied.

“We’re not done yet,” I say, my eyes flashing as I grab her arm and force her to face me feeling a ripple of anger through me.