Chapter 54


    Chapter 54: G Day


    Moana On the morning of the g, I woke up early with E to get ready for the day. She had an


    appointment with a stylist and hairdresser before the g. Selina exined to me, after I questioned


    the reasoning behind this for such a little girl, that it wasmonce for these sorts of events.


    Even though E was not publicly known as Edrick’s daughter, everyone in attendance at the g was


    aware of it, and it was important for public rtions for Edrick’s daughter to look her best — even


    though she was only eight years old. It felt a little ridiculous to me for such a young girl to be subjected


    to hours of having her hair done and being fitted for a perfect dress, but I didn’tin.


    Once E was bathed, we walked out to the dining room for breakfast. Much to my surprise, Edrick was


    sitting there with his te of food, a coffee, and a newspaper.


    “Good morning, Daddy,” E said, walking up to him and nting a kiss on his cheek.


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    “Good morning, Princess,” he replied, not so much as looking in my general direction. “Are you excited


    to get your hair done?”


    E sighed and sat down at the table. “No,” she grumbled as she began to pick at her eggs and


    sausage with her fork. “I hate getting my hair done.”


    “It’ll be alright, E,” I chimed in as I sat down next to her and tucked a napkin into the front of her shirt


    to keep her from getting scrambled eggs on her clothes. “It’s no different from now you y with your


    dolls and do their hair.”


    “Except I’m not a doll,” E said. “I’m a real girl.”


    I smiled and, wanting to cheer her up, gently tickled her waist and made her giggle. “Well, you look like


    a doll!” I eximed. The air became filled with the sweet sound of the little girl’sughter. I nced up


    momentarily to see Edrick’s eyes gazing at me over his newspaper, but he quickly hid his face again.


    Just then, I turned around to start eating… but that was when the smell of the eggs and sausage hit


    me. I felt as though I was about to retch. I couldn’t keep a gag froming, which E unfortunately


    saw before I covered my mouth.


    “Are you okay, Moana?” she asked. “Are you gonna puke?”


    I shook my head, my eyes watering. I was still holding my hand over my mouth to steady myself as I


    breathed deeply through my nose — but as I did, the smell only worsened, and I gagged again.


    Selina, who had poked her head out of the kitchen at E’s mention of vomit, suddenly saw what was


    happening and rushed over. She took my te away. I heard some banging around in the kitchen for a


    few minutes before she reemerged with a ck coffee and in toast.


    “Thank you,” I whispered.


    Selina only nodded. I took a sip of my coffee, feeling relieved, but that feeling of tension only returned


    as I looked up again to see that Edrick was now staring daggers at me over his newspaper. Surely he


    noticed that something was awry, but before I could say anything, he finished his meal and quickly


    stood. I watched as he nted a kiss on the top of E’s head, then disappeared without a word.


    “Are you sure you’re okay, Moana?” E asked, c*****g her little head to the side with a concerned


    expression on her face. She spoke with her mouth full, giving her the appearance of a funny little


    chipmunk with her chubby cheeks.


    I nodded, taking my napkin to wipe a bit of sausage grease off of her lips, then pulled her te closer


    to her and tapped the edge of it with my finger. “Eat your breakfast. The stylist will be here soon. Don’t


    you want to go on our walk before she gets here?”


    E, satisfied with my response and excited now over the prospect of our morning walk, wolfed down


    the rest of her breakfast. I soon felt the positive effects of the ck coffee and in toast on my


    stomach, and felt well enough to go on our walk.


    When we returned from our walk, the stylist arrived soon afterwards. Once E was busy with the


    stylist, I headed to my room to get some rest before the g. Not long after Iid down, however, I was


    startled by a knock on the door. Before I could even answer, the door cracked open and Selina stepped


    in.


    I sat up, puzzled as she walked over to me with something in one hand and a ss of water in the


    other.


    “Here,” she said, handing me the ss of water and opening her other hand to reveal tworge pills.


    “They’re vitamins for expecting mothers of werewolves. It should help with the nausea so you don’t


    have any idents tonight.”


    I hesitantly took the pills, but I trusted Selina, so I popped them in my mouth and swallowed them.


    “Thank you,” I said. “And thank you for what you did at breakfast this morning, too.”


    Selina didn’t answer. I watched as she walked over to the door, but just before she left, she hesitated


    and looked over her shoulder.


    “I hope you make your decision soon,” she said. “Please try not to put it off for too much longer.”


    I bit my lip, then opened my mouth to speak, but she was already gone. I sighed,ying back down on


    my bed. Instead of resting, I spent the entire afternoon puzzling over what I should do about this baby.


    …


    That night, I put on a simple, but elegant, ck dress with low heels, and a simple silver ne. I


    pulled my hair back into a half bun and put on some subtle makeup before walking out of my room.


    E was dressed in an adorable little emerald green dress with matching Mary Jane shoes and a pearl


    ne. The stylist had done an excellent job, even going so far as to weave tiny little pearls into


    E’s hair.


    “Moana, you’re so pretty!” she said, running over to me with a grin on her face when I emerged from


    my room. “You’re like a princess.”


    I smiled and crouched down to her level, pinching her cheek with one hand. “I think you’re the only


    princess here,” I said, which made her cheeks turn rosy.


    Standing, I then took her small hand in mine before we stepped onto the elevator. Edrick was already


    waiting in the car, and as we made our way across the lobby, then stepped out into the warm summer


    air, I felt almost as if E and I were mother and daughter ourselves and began to feel a little emotional


    over it. I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind and chalked it up to the pregnancy hormones. The


    driver gave me a polite nod and opened the back door for us.


    We climbed in, and I noticed that Edrick was sitting in the back seat along with us. His cold gray eyes


    landed briefly on my stomach as we began to drive away, leaving a nervous lump in my throat.