The Hidden Luna Queen 2

Dr. Meadows, however, didn't seem fazed, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare. It's just... you look very familiar."

Oh.

There was no denying it. She definitely knew who he was.

Anyone could see who he was if they looked at him longer than two seconds.

Given his... tendency to be confrontational with others, I quickly assumed he would've given her that signature warning glare of his I'd become all too familiar with, and told her to mind her own business. And, for a moment, he seemed to consider it. I was ready to grab onto his hand-to silently tell him to please not cause a scene with a doctor I happened to like.

To my pleasant surprise, however, he instead plastered a polite smile.

"I suppose I just have one of those faces," he said, ever the gentleman. "So, you're the doctor taking care of her?"

"Indeed, I am," she answered promptly, switching to the computer as she began to pull up my chart, and it was almost like the interaction never happened. "We've only met once so far, but I assure you, these two are in good hands." Xaden hummed at that, clearly pensive.

Silently, I gave him a look that told him to 'be nice-please...

And, to that, he let out a quiet sigh, nodding in agreement.

"I know we brought up Baby Boy's growth last time, which is a little larger than we'd expect at this stage of the pregnancy," she said, busily scanning over her notes, and my breath caught in my throat, eager to hear what she had to say. "However," she continued with a bright smile, "I'm thrilled to report that both his and your lab results came back clean. No issues in sight."

I felt air slowly seep back into my lungs. "Are you sure?"

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My heart was becoming light, my soul breezy. Her sure-sounding words were music to my ears, but I needed just a little more. "But "I pressed, pulling my hands into my lap, "the book I'm reading doesn't mention any of this."

"Pregnancy books normally won't-they're more general guidelines than actual medical advice. Every baby and every pregnancy are different, so what I like to say is... yes, read the books, and yes, ask all of your questions, but an answer for one mom won't necessarily be the same for you, because she might have different needs than you do. Does that make sense?"

It was almost funny. Xaden said nearly the same thing to me not too long ago.

I nodded after a moment. "Yes," I murmured, my body starting to sink with calm. "It does."

"What exactly do those reports say?" Xaden spoke up, leaning forward with his elbows over his thighs, intrigued.

Dr. Meadows rotated the computer screen so we could see better. "If you look here," she said, pointing at the center of the screen, "these are his..."

Her voice faded into nothingness, lost in the noise of my numbing mind.

I only half-listened while she engaged with Xaden, answering whatever questions he had. To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention, even though I'd tried as hard as I could. All I knew and felt was relief-warm and wonderful and pure, because I finally got the proven confirmation I needed.

My baby was healthy. Thriving under my care, and that was all that mattered.

I'd all but zoned out, until I heard Doctor Meadows say something that rocked my world.

"You've certainly got a big boy on your hands, so I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up wanting to come out earlier than expected."

Before I could even fully comprehend her words, my body froze.

Wait. What?!

It took some time, but after twenty minutes of questions and reassurances, we were back in the car, returning home from the appointment. Xaden was quiet, distracted by the freshly printed sonogram in his hand, but I was flooded with several conflicting emotions. I was barely able to mull over the fact that she hadn't said a word about Xaden's presence.

How could I, when the thought that my baby could be born earlier than expected hung over my head like a heavy cloud?

Dr. Meadows was careful to explain that every pregnancy carried the possibility of early labor to some extent, but ours was a special case, considering how big he already was. That being said, she hadn't seemed concerned in the slightest.

I hummed quietly, staring out the window as I rubbed my belly with my free hand-the other entangled with my mate's. What were we supposed to do?