Chapter 65


    Chapter 65: A Change of Heart


    Edrick


    As I watched Moana walk into the hospital, I already had my doubts. I was already uneasy enough as


    we pulled up to the front doors, but seeing her walk away only solidified that feeling.


    My wolf was just as distraught.


    “You’re really gonna let her do this?” he asked with a growl. “It’s your baby, too. Think about what it was


    like when you held E for the first time, and then imagine how it would feel with this new baby. You’ve


    always secretly wanted to experience that feeling again, and now you’re letting this opportunity get


    away from you.”


    I shook my head as I watched the doors close behind Moana, then put the car in drive and pulled out of


    the hospital parking lot.


    “I know you don’t want this to happen,” I said to my wolf out loud now that we were alone, “and I know


    that you were excited before. But it’s her body, and her decision.”


    My wolf didn’t respond after that. He was hurt and angry, rightfully so, but maybe Moana was right


    about this being the best decision. It was already difficult enough to have one illegitimate child, let


    alone a second one that also happened to be half human — and, even worse than that, the mother was


    from an incredibly low social status, and she was my daughter’s nanny. I didn’t even want to imagine


    how my family would react to this sort of news.


    I felt horrible for leaving Moana there overnight, but it really was best for her to stay out of the


    penthouse during the process. If she bled through her clothes, or if E saw the pills or the bloody


    menstrual products, E would certainly ask questions that would be difficult to answer. Furthermore,


    after doing some of my own research, I discovered that women could often have painful cramps,


    nausea, lightheadedness, and weakness during this process. I figured it would be best if Moana had


    some peaceful time away from E and the maids and for her to be under close medical supervision.


    As I drove to work, however, I couldn’t get the image of her sleeping with E on the morning after I


    learned about the pregnancy out of my mind. They had looked so peaceful together, truly like mother


    and daughter…


    The thought of having another child for her to cherish in that same way, a sibling for E to love and to


    y with, made my heart ache. But it was toote; as I pulled up to the office building, I was certain


    that Moana was well along in the process by now. Besides, she had made her decision, and it would be


    right of me to try to change her mind.


    I sighed, parking the car in therge parking garage, then took the elevator up to the top floor where my


    office was located. A few floors up, a couple of other employees got on the elevator. I nodded politely


    as they stepped on.


    “Did I tell you what Tyler did for mest night?” one employee, a woman, said to the other.


    “No,” the other employee said, smiling. “What did he do?”


    The first employee grinned widely. “Look at this.” She took out her phone, then opened a picture on her


    camera roll. I tried not to look too closely, but I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye of a little


    boy holding a big handmade drawing with a purple handprint on it.


    “Aww!” the second employee said. “He’s such a cutie. I miss when mine were that age. Before you


    know it, they stop wanting to do nice things with their mother. It’s like they don’t know that I carried


    them for nine months, changed their diapers, held their tiny little hands…”


    I felt another ache in my chest. The elevator doors slid open, and although this wasn’t my floor, I felt


    stifled. I had to get out. “Excuse me,” I said, brushing past the twodies and out into the random office


    floor that the elevator just stopped at. I took a deep breath and straightened my tie, pushing the image


    of the new baby one day making cute little drawings for Moana out of my mind, and made my way


    through the maze of cubicles.


    As I passed, various employees stopped what they were doing and greeted me with abination of


    the utmost respect and a bit of confusion, seeing as how I’d nevere to this floor before. I forced a


    half-smile, just wanting to get through to the stairwell so I could get to my office without any further


    fuss. If I could just get to work, then I wouldn’t think about the baby or Moana.


    But, as I walked past the cubicles, I couldn’t help noticing the pictures of people’s children on their


    desks. I frowned, trying not to look, but one picture in particr caught my eye: it was a photograph of


    a little girl sitting on a pic nket. She was hardly older than a toddler, wearing a striped green


    dress. There wasn’t anything particrly notable about the photo, aside from the fact that her face and


    hands were covered in chocte cake, and she wasughing with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She


    reminded me so much of E on her third birthday.


    I didn’t realize it, but I had stopped and was staring at the photo intensely. The young woman who was


    sitting at the desk looked up at me with wide eyes.


    “G-Good morning, Mr. Morgan,” she said, standing and bowing slightly. “What brings you here today?”


    I shook my attention away from the photo and forced another half-smile.


    “Just passing through,” I said. I began to walk again, but it felt as though there was something stopping


    me.


    I turned on my heel and walked back to the woman’s desk.


    “Is that your daughter?” I asked, pointing at the photo.


    She hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. Her name is Lucy.”


    “How old is she?” I asked.


    The woman’s face suddenly came across with a look of pain and sadness that I hadn’t been expecting.


    “She was three.”


    “Three?”


    The woman nodded again, then looked down at the floor. She seemed to be blinking rapidly, as though


    she was blinking back years. “Yes. She was killed in a drunk driving ident– The driver hit her side of


    the car at an intersection.”


    “I’m — I’m so sorry,” I stuttered, taking a step back at this unexpected information. I imagined what I


    would have done if anything would ever happen to E, and it made the pit in my stomach grow


    deeper.


    “It was a long time ago,” she said, finally looking back up at me and forcing a small smile. “Do you have


    children, Mr. Morgan?”


    I almost said yes, but quickly remembered my vow to keep E a secret, and quickly shook my head.


    “Oh,” the woman said. “Well, if you do ever have children… Cherish them.”


    The woman’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, I knew exactly what I had to do.


    “I will,” I said.


    Without another word, I suddenly turned and rushed over to the stairwell. I flung the door open and


    began to race down the flights of stairs toward the parking garage instead of up toward my office. As I


    ran, all I could think about was that I had to get back to Moana in time and stop her before she aborted


    the baby.


    I must have broken at least three or even four trafficws on my way back to the hospital, but I didn’t


    care. I whipped into the parking lot and came to a screeching halt outside, barely giving myself enough


    time to put on a surgical mask to hide my identity before I jumped out of the car and ran inside.


    “Name?” the secretary said, chewing her gum in a bored fashion.


    “Where’s the OBGYN department?” I asked hurriedly. “I don’t have time.”


    The secretary frowned, but pointed to a set of elevators on the far wall. “Second floor.”


    “Thank you,” I muttered as I sprinted to the elevators. I pressed the button over and over again, willing


    the elevator toe faster, but it was no use. I cursed to myself as I watched the number above the


    elevator slowly tick down.


    Finally, the doors slid open… And out stepped Moana.


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