Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)
Chapter 74 - Relief Or Resolve, Why Not Both?

Chapter 74: Chapter 74 - Relief Or Resolve, Why Not Both?

I watched her working, fascinated despite my inner turmoil. Over what it means, getting this extra proof.

She adjusted the device settings and continued tilting and shifting the probe to align the image she was looking for on the screen. Until her finger pointed to a dark oval shape on it.

"Ah, here we are. This is your gestational sac. It’s well-formed and quite appropriately sized for the estimate of about seven to eight weeks."

> Two months, again... <

"And here looks to be the yolk sac. Perfectly normal in appearance."

Dr. Lang indicated a smaller circular structure inside the first. With a clearly practiced hand, another shift led her to point to a small, curved line on the screen.

"And this is the fetal pole. The embryo itself becomes what we label a fetus."

I stared at the screen... at the tiny part that supposedly served as the sign of a child growing inside me. But it didn’t feel any more real than when the system told me.

Dr. Lang continued to spout off information as she worked, oblivious to my internal crisis. I ignored most of it.

Just waiting for her to be done with it all. Until she said something about ’cardiac activity’.

"What?"

My voice whispers out to this werewolf I’ve been placing a lot of trust in. The woman with grey-streaked hair pointed to a ’flickering’ within the image.

"There. You see that? It shows that the primitive heart is already beginning to beat. That’s typically visible on these scans after six or seven weeks, which further confirms a minimum for our dating."

A heart of a child. Inside me. Right now.

> Vrika... I... I’m still resolved. Still willing. No matter what the answers to things are. But I- <

In my soul, the wolf spirit bumps its forehead into my old form’s stomach. Reassuring me that I’m not entirely alone in this, no matter what happens.

"Everything looks normal and healthy. You have nothing to worry about at this point."

Pulling away the medical scanning tool, the doctor begins the steps to clean it after tossing the covering. Then she again handed me something to wipe myself off with.

Which I feel the need even more than before, as the excess gel is rather... obvious feeling where it remains, even more than the runny lubricant.

"Would you like a printout of the ultrasound image?"

The question after I sat up caught me off guard. Would I want a picture of this...?

When it comes to fox shifters, I consider myself especially sentimental. But other than hearing this all as news?

> I do not find any meaning in the idea. <

Before long, my hands will be too full with... raising it to even care whether I had proof that it had once made me feel this way today. Rather, I’d like to forget some of these feelings as soon as possible.

"No, thank you."

I responded softly and the doctor nodded without any notable judgment. So easily that it makes me wonder if werewolves usually all react like this.

"That’s fine. We keep digital copies in your secure patient file - if you ever change your mind later."

She helped me to my feet from the exam table. Standing up for the first time in a while, I slowly begin to feel more ’solid’.

More... present in the moment, instead of running misty paths of future potentials. More like Princess Citra Lomdi and less like... nobody, with nothing, except what I’ve been given.

"You can get dressed now. Though if you feel the need to wash up more in the bathroom, that can be arranged."

"I think I’m fine, here."

"Alright. When you’re ready, we’ll discuss prenatal care and what to expect in the coming months."

As she left me alone to change, I removed the gown and placed a hand on my relatively flat abdomen - that felt like it was suddenly enormous. A moment of imagination, I know.

But I’ve seen pregnant humans before. And some of them get large, quickly.

So I can only imagine that happening to myself, sooner than later. Especially with a timeline that completely contradicted what I felt I knew to be true.

Vrika whined softly, pressing against my mental projection more as a scratch at its ear.

> What happened to us? <

⧖ ☾ ❄ ☽ ⧖

"While our bodies are remarkably resilient, I would generally advise against frequent transformation during the first trimester if it can be helped. The energy demands and physiological stress can sometimes increase the risk of complications."

I nod while thinking of all the stress my body has endured since arriving in this world. The running, the swimming, the shifting.

"Is it... is it likely that I’ve already harmed it?"

The question escapes before I can stop it, obvious vulnerability seeping into my voice.

"There’s absolutely no indication that I saw. Honestly, werewolf pregnancies are typically quite robust once they take. Our ancestors didn’t exactly have the luxury of taking it easy while expecting, after all. But going forward, moderation in such activities would be wise."

Relief tingles through me, followed immediately by confusion at just how relieved I feel. At how invested I am.

I didn’t ask for this child and didn’t even exist in this body when it was conceived. Yet here I am, in this body.

> Here I am, concerned for its wellbeing. Is this really just how I, as a beast shifter, should be behaving over offspring? <

"Thank you. For putting my mind... at ease."

Even though it is anything but soothed. Not worried about the child’s health any longer, but worried about its origin.

The cosmos can never simplyanswer a question and leave it at that, can it?

"Honestly, Ms. Lomdi... your wwPH levels are actually quite high, even for this stage of progress. Close to twice as much as an average test usually shows."

"Is that... okay?"

A ’stylus’ tapped on her tablet, idly. Seeing it, I can’t help but wish I’d bought one at that store, even with so many other things to think about.

Or maybe because I’m trying to stop thinking about those things...

"Each pregnancy is unique. I would say it is a bit unusual, but not necessarily concerning. It may just be a sign of remarkably high fertility."

"I see."

Not truly, but I would take her word for it. The science of all this is her field of expertise.

"Now, I’d like to discuss more about how to proceed with ensuring a healthy pregnancy."

She spent the next several minutes outlining dietary recommendations, activity guidelines, and warning signs to watch for. I listened attentively enough, committing each detail to memory as best I could.

A lot of it was quite similar to what I’d read in the books. But some of it was justdifferent enough that I took note.

"Some werewolves report heightened territorial or den making instincts even this early. Your body is preparing to protect its young and create an environment for them."

I nodded, thinking of the | Mother’s Intuition | the system had granted me. And even the map-bound ’safety’ features specific to | Survivor’s Wisdom |.

> Both seem quite purposeful, considering the pregnancy. But I may be overthinking it. <

"I’d like to see you again in about three weeks for a check-up. Do you have any questions for me?"

There were always dozens of questions running through my head, but none of them could be given clear responses from Dr. Lang here. So I just shake my head for now.

"Alright. Now, Ms. Lomdi, there are few gentle ways to ask this. I notice you’re unmarked. Is the father... not involved?"

I sigh audibly and shut my eyes. It was foolish to think I would have gotten out of here without talking about this.

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.