His Mafia Prince
Chapter 137: Bun In The Oven

Chapter 137: Bun In The Oven

(ARLO)

"Y...yes ma’am." An older nurse near the door replies obediently.

"Wait," Sasha commands. "You don’t need to call security. We can take care of this ourselves."

"B...but."

Sasha gives her a tight-lipped smile. "I said we will handle this."

Her eyes widen and she nods in agreement. "Y...yes." She turns to me. "Are you hurt anywhere? Did your stitches pop?"

I shake my head. "I don’t know." I press on my abdomen and wince. "It hurts, but it was already hurting before."

The nurse helps me up and gets me on the bed. She examines my stitches with a frowning expression on her face. "They seem alright. Did you fall from your bed?"

"Y...yeah. Kind of."

I meet Miles’ dark gaze and smile at him tentatively. He doesn’t smile back. His gaze pulls away with a grim expression. He is always deadpan but right now, he looks hurt. I try to catch the look on his face, but this time he doesn’t look at me.

"Let’s get out of here," Sasha says to Miles.

Miles nods curtly and leaves behind Sasha. He doesn’t even bother to glance backwards. I watch them walk away, feeling confused. Miles was so protective of me the last time that I was with him. Now, he looks the opposite. Or is it because he was distracted trying to get Dalton away from me?"

I can’t seriously be expecting Miles to fawn over me.

Of course, I didn’t expect that. But it is unusual for my alpha to walk out of me without the need to come and check on me. He has barely looked at me since. Maybe he is just angry and will calm down once he has dealt with Dalton. We aren’t exactly a stereotypical couple, but he has always protected me. His lack the attention now is something that I can’t just ignore.

The two nurses too leave my room. I sit impatiently waiting for Miles to come back. He doesn’t. Bu now, he has surely dealt with Dalton. Hasn’t he?

The doctor makes an appearance. He is an older alpha with red hair. He examines me keenly as the nurse brings him to speed on what just happened.

He examines my stitches and frowns. "The skin looks like it was pulled a bit when you fell. It’s not worth redoing though. It will repair itself. The scar however will be more visible, but I don’t think that you risk getting any infections at this point.

"Okay," I say quietly. "And when can I leave the hospital?"

"Tomorrow morning, maybe. That will give us a little bit more time to monitor you. But make sure you don’t do any heavy work or exercise when you get home. You will need to rest for a few weeks. Only then will your abdominal tissue heal properly. You can move around. Just make sure you don’t do anything strenuous. If you feel the need to exercise a bit, a short walk will do the trick."

"Thanks, doc. I’ll make sure to do just that."

"Did you know up you were expectant?"

My eyes bulge. "What?"

"It is still very early, but the tests we ran showed it." He smiles. "You got so lucky; you could have lost the baby due to the impact of the hit. It is so small right now, so there is a lot of padding around it."

"Am I... really pregnant?"

I’m not sure how I feel about the news. Would I have preferred to lose the baby by the accident?

"Yes, you are." He rubs his stubble. "I notice you have a bite mark on your neck, I suppose it is the baby’s father?"

I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I am indeed pregnant. He dropped the news on me so nonchalantly. I blink rapidly. "Uhm...yeah. That’s the father."

"Sasha Adonis and another alpha brought you in." he laughs nervously. "I heard he instilled fear into the staff and told them to make sure you come out of that operating room alive."

"Did Sasha do that?" I was in so much pain to reconcile anything that took place at the moment. Is not remember a thing about the moment I arrived at the hospital.

"Yes. I don’t suppose... that...that he is your child’s father?"

"Hell no."

The doctor laughs gruffly. "No?"

"Sasha is married. He already has an omega."

He shrugs. "That doesn’t usually mean so much to them. Well. It depends on the alpha."

"I can assure you that this baby isn’t his." I don’t bother explaining so much because this isn’t any of his business. I don’t want people poking their noses into my affairs and judging me for getting knocked up by Sasha Adonis’ second.

"You seem to be surprised about the news of the pregnancy." He studies me.

"Well, not entirely." I touch my stomach instinctively and can’t help feeling conflicted about the pregnancy. "I knew it was a possibility, but I have had a lot going on in the last few weeks that I didn’t even think of the pregnancy. I haven’t felt sick or anything like that."

"Oh, it might take a few more weeks before it starts acting up. If it hits you, that is. Not everyone experiences morning sickness."

"Is it hereditary though? My mother told me she used to suffer horrible morning sickness when she was pregnant with me, do you think I might suffer the same too?"

"I’m not sure. Some say it might be hereditary."

"Then I might be probably in for it." I sigh.

The nurse laughs. "My mother had it too when she was pregnant with me, but I didn’t suffer the same when I was pregnant with my daughter. You know... you never know how it might be."

The doctor nods in agreement. "That’s true." He sighs and heads out. He stops at the doorway. "You’ll need to get a gynaecologist to make sure you keep yourself and the baby healthy. A good one will keep you on the right track."

"I’ll sure do that, doc. Thanks."

They both take their leave. I lie on the bed and rest my palms on my stomach. I’m surprised that the news of the pregnancy doesn’t rattle me as much as I had expected it to. The idea of carrying Miles’ baby doesn’t repulse me. Honestly, I just feel numb.

Over the last few weeks, my feelings for Miles have changed exponentially. But just when I’m beginning to bring my walls down to get closer to him, he begins acting questionably. He was so cold earlier when he left. The cold alpha who left with Dalton is nothing close to the alpha who was happily eating cake with me this morning.

I wonder how he will react to the news of me carrying his child. Will he be pleased? I feel nervous at the thought. When do I tell him? Should I tell him now before the wedding, or after the wedding? Will there be a wedding even? I’m surprised that I get a tinge of worry at the thought that the wedding might be postponed. How did I come to feel like this with Miles? How did I go from loathing him to wanting him to marry me desperately?"

Earlier today, I could’ve sworn he felt the same way about me. But the fact remains that he hasn’t been bothered enough to come check on me. That hurts my feelings a lot. It makes me question if I should even keep the pregnancy.

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