His Mafia Prince
Chapter 194: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Chapter 194: Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

(WESLEY)

"I still think that you need to prepare yourself though. It is highly likely that the result will be the same." Justin sounds much calmer than I do.

I shake my head disbelievably. This all still sounds like a joke to me. "Why would the specialists tell me that I can’t conceive?"

"Doctors make mistakes sometimes. Even the good ones are prone to mistakes. It’s possible that the specialists you saw made a mistake."

"Both of them?" I scowl.

"Maybe your condition has healed somehow. It’s hard for me to even guess what might have happened because I haven’t seen the results of the tests they ran on you. Do you think that maybe you could show me your test results from back then?"

My body goes stiff. I can’t let him see those. First, I’m now living under an alias. I wouldn’t want Justin to know that. But even if I told him anything, trying to access my medical records would trigger some sort of alert. I know how Papa and Danny work. Maybe that’s how they have been expecting me to slip all this while.

Justin frowns when I don’t respond to his request immediately. "Will it be a problem if I see your records? I’d be discreet."

"I’m sure you would be." Embarrassment washes over me as I get up and move into the kitchen. I don’t know what to tell him without hurting his feelings. But I can’t have him digging into my medical records either.

"You don’t trust me?" he asks, following me into the kitchen.

I wince. "it’s not that, Justin."

"No? I know we haven’t known each other that long. I’m just asking to see your medical records as a doctor, Wesley. I’d like to help you understand what’s going on with your body."

"I know. I believe you." I meet his gaze. "It’s not that I don’t trust you, or that I think you mean me harm. I know you have my best interests at heart."

"Then why do you look mortified at the idea of me looking through your medical records?"

"It’s not anything to do with you." I grimace then look at him. "You just have to trust me when I tell you that looking into my medical records can’t happen, Justin. I’m sorry."

He laughs gruffly. "But that makes no sense. Why wouldn’t you want me to look into your medical records?"

Heat rushes to my face and I snap. "I don’t care about the past. All that matters now is whether I’m really pregnant or not."

He winces at my slightly harsh tone. "Okay...I guess that’s true then."

"I’m sorry," I mumble as I slump.

"It’s okay." He says quietly. Despite his soft tone, I can tell that I actually hurt him.

"No, it’s not. I...I know that you are just trying to help me. I don’t mean to be rude or offhand with you. Thanks for trying to help me, Justin. I may not show it often, but I’m glad that you care about me." I wince. "It’s just that... that I can’t look backwards. I can’t explain why, but just trust me when I say that focusing on the present is what’s best for us all."

"Safest?" he arches his brow.

"Yes."

"What do your medical records have to do with safety?"

I sigh. "Look, Justin. I simply can’t explain all that is about. I can’t even explain why that is. Okay? I can promise you that I’m not running from the law. Or anything like that."

"Alright." He purses. "Does it have something to do with the alpha that you are trying to forget?"

"Not really. I mean...kind of, but not directly." Justin looks even more confused as I touch his arm. "It’s all connected, but not connected. Please Justin, it’s not that important. Just let it go."

He hesitates for a bit then asks, "Are you in danger, Wesley?"

"I could be... but I don’t think that I am at the moment. I might be certain people who find me."

"Fuck." He trembles.

I can only imagine what’s going on in his head. Maybe if I explained myself completely, he would be understanding. But I can’t risk doing that. It is for his safety too. The lesser he knows, the better. "I’d totally understand if you want to bail on me."

"Bail on you?" he scowls. "You think I’d do that?"

"It’s okay. You don’t owe me anything, Justin." I lean my elbows on the island, feeling drained. I don’t know how to feel or think because I’ve spent my entire life thinking that I am barren, I don’t dare to hope that it isn’t true. I don’t want to get my hopes high only to have them dashed because I’ll sure be gutted. It will be torture to have my hopes dashed. But it’s not like it will also be an easy road if I’m truly pregnant. If I’m indeed pregnant, then it is definitely Jericho’s baby, and that’s a whole other can of worms.

"Just so you know, I’m not the kind of person who runs away from stuff." Justin says. "And if you are pregnant, then you are going to need all the help that you can get. Being a pregnant single omega is no mean feat."

"Yes. Only if it is true." I rub my face, trying to school it enough to mask the excitement that the idea of being pregnant gives me. Being pregnant will surely be a disaster, but then again, it will be a dream come true.

And he isn’t wrong. Being a single pregnant omega is a real hassle. It comes with a lot of prejudice from our alpha omega society towards single pregnant omegas." This feels like a dream."

He smiles, but I notice the lines of strain on his face. I’m sure that he is just as overwhelmed with the news just as much as I am. He just wanted a date, but now he is engulfed in something that he can’t begin to understand. "Once we get the results of the blood test, we will know what step to take next."

"Okay." I meet his gaze. "Thank you for being kind to me, Justin. I know that you are confused as hell right now."

He smiles weakly. "I don’t think I’ve ever been this confused."

"I know." I force out. "But if I... if I’m pregnant, I might still lose the baby. The doctors warned me flat out that I may not be able to carry the pregnancy to term. That the baby will self-abort."

"Well, if you are pregnant now, then they might have been wrong. It is possible that they were wrong about everything." Justin moves past me then grabs the test results off the coffee table where he put them. "I’m going to head back to the clinic to order new tests for you."

"Oh, right now?" I ask, afraid at the idea of being alone with my thoughts.

"Yeah. I think it’s best if I go in person." He folds the white envelope then shoves it into his pocket. "I could call and order them to do another test, but if I go to the lab, I could get the results quicker."

"I see."

He looks at me keenly. "I don’t want you to worry for too long. We will have the results first thing in the morning, okay? Do you mind if I bring the test results over then?"

"I don’t mind at all, Justin. It’s like for you to be here with me."

A little smile tugs at the corner of his lips. He looks pleased. "Excellent. Let’s do that then." He says then moves towards the door. "You should pour that wine down the drain, just in case."

"Okay, I will."

I follow him to the door and when he opens it and steps out on the porch, I do too. I’m so grateful for Wesley’s kindness. In the past one month, I have felt so alone, but thanks to Justin I now feel less hopeless. I’m overcome with grateful emotions so I put my arms around his waist and hug him. "I’m so glad that I met you, Justin." I whisper. "You’ve been so kind to me."

I can tell by the way his body briefly tenses that my hug surprised him. But then, he hugs me back and rests his chin on top of my head. "I’m glad that I can comfort you, Wesley."

I lift my head and we stare into each other’s eyes. I’m certain that he wants to kiss me. I can see it in his eyes. But he is so nice and too polite to force himself on me. That alone makes gratitude surge inside me. I push up on my toes and press my lips to his. This is just a thank you kiss. Not a promise of something else.

The kiss catches him by surprise but he kisses me back. But it is a respectful kiss. There is no tongue. He doesn’t try to deepen the kiss. His lips are warm and plump, but I feel no lust. My groin doesn’t stir at all. It is the complete opposite of what I felt when I first kissed Jericho. Even so, the kiss still makes me feel happy and comforted that I have a nice alpha watching out for me.

I truly believe that Justin has good intentions towards me.

I pull away then smile at him. "Thanks again for your kindness, Justin."

"I’m glad I can be of help." He laughs then turns to head down the long hallway.

I watch him walk away until he is out of sight then I go inside. The possibility that I might be pregnant still has me reeling with shock. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep tonight. My mind is swirling with fear, but also with endless possibilities.

I know better than to get my hopes up about the pregnancy. It would be both a miracle and a curse.

I run my hand over my belly and my heart aches. I want to have a child. I really do. But I know for a fact that if I’m pregnant, the road ahead of me isn’t going to be an easy one. If the baby is really there, it will be a stark reminder of Jericho, the alpha I once loved and lost.