Pregnant And Rejected By My Alpha Mate By Caroline Above Chapter 186
Chapter 186 – Sonogram
Selene
“And this is your first pregnancy?” The doctor questioned, making my heart race right as he took my
pulse.
“Yes,” I lie, earning a raised brow from the man.
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“And your previous doctor diagnosed you with HG?” He presses.
“Yes, I was recently hospitalized for dehydration, but I’ve been able to put on some weight with the help
of medication.” I exin.
“That’s good.” He encourages. “Do you have any questions before we begin the exam?”
ring at ise over his shoulder, I state, “Not for you.”
The physician looks back and forth between us, a ques tioning look on his face. ise smiles up at me,
“Yes?”
“If you’re going to do thing, I want proof that Bastien is al right.”
“My beauty, this is going to happen whether you want it to or not.” ise announces, standing up. “But
if you continue to be a good girl, I will give you the proof you desire.”
Slumping back in my seat, I grumble a thank you and watch as he exits the room, seeming to have the
sense to give us some privacy. After the door closes behind him, the doctor studies me for a long
moment, looking from my shining eyes to the wide cuffs on my arms.
“There’s some gowns behind that curtain.” He says, point ing to the curtain. “Why don’t you get
changed while I prepare the machine.”
Doing as he instructs, I go behind the flimsy curtain and strip off my clothes, feeling the stress of the
asion wind my muscles into knots. I’ve never been so anxious for a sono gram in my life. Every time
I have one, I always feel a tremen dous sense of helplessness as I wait for them to find a heart beat,
always paranoid it won’t sound even in thete stages when I felt my baby moving.
However this is a thousand times worse. Bastien and I agreed not to find out the baby’s sex and let it
be a surprise when it arrived, but I’m about to find out anyway, I’m both praying it’s another girl so that
I’ll have another four and a half months to n my escape, and feeling that if I’m going to lose my child
either way, it might be less painful to do so now.
I feel like crying as the doctor helps me back up onto the exam table and begins poking and prodding
me, asking all the deeply personal questions he avoided when ise was in the room with us. It’s
interesting to see the way he handles the situation. He doesn’t embody the warm empathy of Dr Lee,
nor the false kindness of Frederic or callousness of the doctor I saw in between. This man seems
diligent, capable, but nervous and on edge – determined not to get attached.
Suddenly I realize he’s as frightened of ise as I am. It’s not in anything he says – just something
about his bearing and manner. He doesn’t ask about the baby’s father, or press when I tell him obvious
lies. We both know ise is waiting just outside, listening to our every word.
I wonder if it’s too crazy to try and signal the doctor for
help somehow. As he covers my lower half with a nket and lifts my gown for the sonogram, I nce
around for a pen and paper – anything to try andmunicate a silent message.
It’s tempting to try. On one hand I don’t have anything to lose, and on the other ise only promised to
let me see Bastien if I behaved. Still, can he really be trusted? Luna asks. There’s no guarantee he’ll be
good for his word anyway.
Maybe not. I agree, but fear is a powerful motivator, it could just as easily prompt him to turn me in
rather than help ing me.
The doctor squirts a dollop of cold, clear gel onto my tummy, and then applies the wand, probing
around my baby bump as the steady whoosh whoosh of the machine fills the air. I feel the same panic I
always do as I wait for the heart beat, holding my breath until a small thumpes through the
speakers. It happens just when I’m starting to truly believe I might not hear one after all, and then I
think I’m hallucinating – because instead of the slow, steady thump, thump, thump | expect, I hear an
off rhythm thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. It’s almost as if…
There are two. Luna whispers.
Looking to the doctor, I ask, “is that?”
“Twins.” He nods, offering me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“But I’ve already had a sonogram, and there was only one baby.” I tell him.
“Well there are definitely two.” The physician replies, showing me the distinct images on the screen.
“It’s rare, but it
does sometimes happen that multiples are missed on an early sonogram.” He continues moving the
wand around, pausing it to take photos of the babies in different positions. “This does exin why
you’ve been so sick though.”
“But surely, if I was underweight for one…” I think aloud, not bothering to wonder why I’m worrying
about their health when they’re already on death row before they’ve even been born.
“Yes.” He agrees, “it’s a problem. We‘re going to have to get you on a nutrition regimen immediately.”
“What…” I trail off, too afraid to ask, “What are they?”
“A boy,” He says first, making me feel as if the room is spinning, “and a girl.”
Twins. I reflect somewhat manically, trying to wrap my head around the idea and failing. A boy and a
girl. I was going to have a son. Bastien would have an heir.
And ise will kill him before you even get to hold him. Luna reminds me.
Maybe I could ask him to keep it. I have to carry him to term anyway for his sister. If I’m still here in four
months and he actually… I can’t think the words any more than I could say them. I might not be able to
save her Maybe ise would let me –
You know exactly what ise would say to that. Luna in terrupts, adopting a deep tone. ‘and let the son
of Bastien Du rand and a Vna grow up to challenge me? Your brat will probably be even stronger
than his father – never.’
This is worse than I ever dreamed. Now I’m going to lose two babies at once – unless I find a way to
escape. This should have been a happy asion, if a little daunting – okay, really daunting. Instead it’s
a tragedy. My heart doesn’t know what to do with itself. The optimist in me feels joy to learn | might be
weing two miracles, the pessimist insists I can’t let myself get my hopes up because the pain I was
already go ing to be suffering at ise’s hands in a few months just dou bled. The mother in me wants
to weep either way..
I’m both wishing I could tell Bastien the news, and so thankful I can’t. There’s no need for both our
hearts to be bro ken. Tears well in my eyes and before I know it I’m sobbing. The doctor looks at me
with pity, patting my back. “There there now, I know it’s all a bit overwhelming.” To my surprise he leans
close to my ear and whispers, “I can get you two weeks of bedrest for this, no more. Just until you put
on some weight.”
I can only cry and nod, then listen as the doctor goes out side to ry the news to ise. A little while
later, once I’ve changed back into the ridiculous dress he picked out for me and dried my eyes, he
enters the room beaming. “Now, now, my beauty.” He croons, “there’s no need for tears. You’re hav ing
a girl, and this just goes to prove how fertile you are.”
“And my son?” I ask weakly. I know he’ll refuse me, but I have to try, I have to do everything in my
power to protect my child – no matter how hopeless.
“Ah, yes.” ise frowns, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully”well I asked if he could abort just the boy fetus but
he said no.” When he sees my horrified expression he insists, “I’d hoped to spare you the pain of losing
two children, not to mention the nutrients it will divert from the girl.”
He’s clearly more bothered by the idea that his precious sacrifice might be smaller or less powerful
because it’s peting for resources. Already the boy baby isrger than the girl and in his mind I’m
sure he imagines the fetuses fighting it out in my belly. “What a shame.” I hiss, unable to pretend in this
moment.
“The true shame is that I won’t be able to have you until you’re off of bedrest.” Hements, sounding
annoyed.
“And Bastien?” I press, “you promised me proof of life.”
ise offers me a lethal grin. “All in good time, my pet.”