Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
I took the phone off him.
“Ivy told you about my disorder though, right?” is how I greeted her.
“She did.”
“So you know this doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well…” Cat stated, “Maybe like with many other women I’ve known who have been claimed by alphas, you were only going to ovulate for your fated mate. You were meant to be his, Amelia, so it stands to reason no one else would get you pregnant. We’re already seeing pregnancies pop up from the strawberry moon’s end. I told you that this morning.”
She did tell me that. She told me that alphas and some betas can smell pregnancy on their mates within just days of conception. But I never thought in a million years…
I’ve been having unprotected sex since I lost my virginity at sixteen. And I’ve never gotten pregnant. The doctor ran tests. A couple times. And said I have an ovulation disorder. Was I just not ovulating because I hadn’t met Mason yet?
Don’t hope, Amie. Don’t let yourself hope.
***
Mason is in the bathroom with me. We’re sitting on the floor, leaning against the cabinet. The test is on top of the vanity between the two raised sinks and there’s a timer on my phone counting down.
I could swear my boobs are suddenly feeling heavy. But it could all be in my head.
My nerves feel absolutely shot.
Is this really happening? Is it really possible that I’m getting everything I want?
I can’t wrap my brain around it.
I look into Mason’s eyes. They’re so soft, so full of love as he strokes my hand, holding it on his thigh.
“If this isn’t… if it isn’t…”
“It is,” he whispers.
I squeeze his hand. “If it isn’t, Ivy said she’d help. She’d give us an egg if I can carry it or carry it if I have eggs and can’t carry it. Or do both if I can’t.”
“Your sister is a gem,” he says, kissing my hand. “But this is it. You’re carrying my baby, wildberry. And it’s a boy.”
I shake my head. “Don’t get your hopes up about this. What I’m saying though is maybe we can get our hopes up for a solution if this isn’t it.”
“This is it, Amelia.”
“Besides,” I say, “It could be a girl. If it’s happening, I mean. Which it probably isn’t. But if it is… it could be a girl.”
“You’re so stubborn, my beautiful mate.”
“You’re stubborn too!” I snap.
And then my timer goes off.
Phew. Holy shit. It’s time to look.
He reaches up to grab it. I squeeze his hand hard. And I close my eyes tight.
“I can’t look. I’m too scared.”
“Look, baby. Look,” he says softly. So softly, that I already know before I look what it’s going to say. His words are oozing with happiness.
I open my eyes and see a plus sign. And a gorgeous smile on my mate’s face.
***
Two days after I get my positive pregnancy test, Ivy gets hers, too!
The End
(For now.)