The Rebellious Omega

Blair

POV

It felt like I was betraying my mate but I wanted to make certain our pup was okay. Our child was one of my main priorities as well, especially if...god willing, Braedon didn't make it. I almost sobbed at that thought, my thoughts taking a downward turn and threatening to spiral as I fought to keep control of myself. My father smiled at me understandingly as I placed a protective hand over my stomach, envisioning what our child might look like and praying that I hadn't done anything to hurt them. I glanced at my father with worried eyes, surprised to find that I was taking comfort in his presence instead of resenting or hating him. I had not forgiven him for everything that he had done in my childhood, but right now, he was the pillar of strength that I needed, the shoulder I could cry on as I dealt with my conflicting emotions and the inner turmoil that threatened to tear me apart at any moment. At the moment, my soul was weary and there was no energy to expend on hatred or anger towards the man who was trying his best to show me he had changed.

Another hospital bed was wheeled in and placed next to Braedon's. I slowly climbed onto it and hoisted my shirt up, exposing the soft flesh of my stomach as the doctor wheeled in the ultrasound machine. My father went to leave the room, but my hand shot out and grabbed his arm, my fingers digging into his flesh tightly as I felt myself beginning to panic.

"Stay" my voice was soft but insistent as he hesitated and looked down at me with slightly darkened eyes.

"Are you sure?" he said grimly, not wishing to intrude on what he felt was meant to be a private moment between mates. "Yes," I said, quietly and he nodded tightly, moving to sit in the armchair in the corner, his eyes suspiciously shiny as he glanced towards the monitor of the machine. I looked over at the stillness of my mate's body, my hand reaching to grasp his, my chest tightening. It wasn't the same. He should be awake for this moment and watching the screen with me. I should be hearing his voice filled with excitement as a picture of our little pup filled the screen. I sniffled. The doctor began to ready the machine as I fixed my eyes resolutely on the monitor, refusing to let go of Braedon's hand. At the very least, he could be a part of this moment, even if he wasn't awake. I smiled tenderly down at my stomach as the doctor began to gently press the probe against it. She found the heartbeat and then began to frown, causing me to instantly panic.

"Is something wrong?" I asked her sharply, as she narrowed her eyes at the monitor and squinted.

She glanced at me with an uncertain expression on her face "Nothing is wrong Luna Queen" she said, but her voice was hesitant, belying her words.

There was something she wasn't saying. I could sense it. I felt my mouth twitching as I tried not to give in to my emotions, the urge to scream at the doctor overwhelming.

She continued to move the probe around on my stomach. "The heartbeat is strong and steady" she murmured as I attempted to relax, glancing cryptically at me "No signs of distress, injury, or detached placenta which is excellent."

That was a good sign, wasn't it? She was still frowning though, biting her lip in concentration. Part of me wanted to scream at her to just tell me what was going on, even though I knew that would be unbecoming of a Luna Queen. I was already on edge, my mind in a whirl of thoughts as she pressed down a little harder on my belly, causing me to gasp out loud. Although she hadn't meant to, that had hurt me.

"Sorry," she apologized swiftly.

I waved a dismissive hand at her, wondering what she was looking for. I was finding it impossible to relax. It was obvious she was looking at or for something in particular. My father was studying the monitor, misty-eyed and occasionally clearing his throat.

"Luna Queen," the doctor said respectfully, turning to me and baring her neck in submission "I just have a couple of questions to ask you, if that's alright."

I nodded silently. Perhaps now she would divulge what it was she had been looking for on the monitor.

"When was your last ultrasound?" she said, looking at me thoughtfully.

I tried to remember "Um, it's been a while. I think they did one when I was poisoned a few weeks ago but I'm not sure. I've been a little busy and um, sidetracked" I said numbly.

"Your baby would only have been extremely small back then" she murmured "and it stands to reason they would have only been looking for the one."

Huh? What the hell did that mean? The one? Of course, there was only one. What a stupid thing to say, I thought a bit angrily. "What do you mean? I'm only having the one pup" I said a little shrilly.

The doctor looked a little hesitant and a little fearful "Luna Queen, sometimes things are missed on the ultrasound" she said delicately as I stared at her, the blood draining from my face "and in your case, they missed that there was more than one fetus. You're having twins" she explained as I gaped at her "their positioned practically on top of each other, so I can see how they might have missed one. I'm sorry if this comes as a shock to you" she added, beginning to move the probe to show me that there was in fact, two babies forming in my belly. My mouth fell open. Was I really seeing what was right in front of me?

A shock to me? I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Twins" my voice was hoarse, tinged with disbelief. The proof was right in front of me as I blinked, trying to take it all in.

The doctor looked at me uncertainly, as I began to noisily cry, tears trickling down my cheeks. Twins. Two babies. For a moment it felt like I was suspended in a state of numbness. I didn't understand how our pack doctors had missed something so vital and so important. I bit my lip feeling a range of emotions sweep through me. My father was beaming, looking excited and happy for me. But I wasn't sure how to feel. I had thought one baby would be hard enough. Now what exactly was I going to do if Braedon didn't wake from his coma? Or worse, didn't make it? It was a difficult reality that I was now facing if that happened and I sniffled, feeling overwhelmed, and pure rage began to take over as I turned to glare at Braedon feeling as though this was all his fault, even as part of me acknowledge how irrational it was to feel that way.