Olivia’s POV
I was weak and confused. The last place I found myself was in the training room, and now I was in a hospital with beeping devices, cords and tubes attached to me.
I tried to move, but I was pushed back gently by a nurse.
“Hey, you need to relax. You just woke up. Don’t try to move your body. You are going to be okay.”
I gave a little nod, but moving, my body ached. My head was throbbing, and I was scared. I wanted Andre. I wanted to know what was going on.
“My head hurts,” I groaned softly.
The nurse stroked my hair.
“You were unconscious. Your head is going to hurt a little bit as your body tries to balance itself. You will be fine. You just need to rest.”
“Andre…”
My voice was weak, and I could barely speak. I was lucky that the nurse was such a good listener.
“He is standing outside. I will bring him in if you are well enough to see him.”
I was able to sit up, but every movement was agony.
“I want to see him. Please.”
The nurse nodded and left the ward. After a few minutes, Andre burst into the room.
“Olivia!”
He rushed to my side and took my hand tenderly. His warm touch brought a little more life back to me and took some of the pain away.
“Olivia, how are you feeling?”
I groaned as I tried to readjust myself on the pillow.
” I feel weak and really tired. What is wrong with me, Andre?”
I was scared. My eyes began to water as the worry consumed me. Was I going to die? Was I terribly ill? Was I…
“Olivia, you are pregnant with our child.”
My entire world lurched to a stop and I felt myself being slammed against an invisible barrier.
“Pre… pregnant?”
I looked down and placed my hand on my stomach. I was with a child. I was carrying Andre’s child, our child.
The room was silent and I looked at Andre in worry. I hadn’t prepared for this. I should have known that it was coming. We did it so frequently, and we never used a condom or any contraceptives.
“Andre, I…”
“Olivia, I love you, and I want what is best for the both of us…”
My heart began to do nervous somersaults. What was he trying to say?
“… I am also the Alpha, and whatever I say becomes the law, and no one can question my decisions…”
He squeezed my hand and planted a kiss on it again. I was nervous. I still didn’t understand what he was saying.
“Andre, what are you trying to tell me?”
He took a deep breath, and his green eyes stared into my soul. I was afraid. He had never spoken like this before.
“Olivia, if you don’t want this child, we can find a way around it until you’re ready. It’s too soon, and I don’t want to push you into it if you aren’t ready…”
I looked at him in shock. My hands trembled, and my breath was stolen from my lungs.
“Andre, what are you saying? Are you seriously saying this? You… you…”
The words were tough for me to say.
“You don’t want our child? You want to harm our baby?”
He kissed my hand, and the tears fell from my eyes. How could he? How could want to harm our child, our first child? What kind of person…
“Olivia, that’s not what I meant”
He stretched his hands out and wiped my teary face. Then he stood up, planted a soft kiss on my forehead, and affectionately pressed his forehead against mine.
“I have waited for you and this child for twenty years. I am happy that we have an heir.”
He cupped my face and pulled away from me. His eyes were soft and kind, and they seeped into my soul.
“Nothing pleases me more than to have a child with the woman of my dreams. I want this more than anything. But I am worried about you. If ‘you’ don’t want this…”
He scrunched my face angrily.
“Don’t make me send you out, Andre. I want our baby. Why wouldn’t I?”
I sighed softly, however, and looked away.
“Olivia, what’s wrong?”
He held my face tenderly and made me look at him.
“I am worried. What if I won’t be a good mother? Also, having a pregnancy this early, isn’t it dangerous? What if I have complications? What if I or the baby get hurt? What if…”
I was about to keep ranting on. My Andre silenced me with a tender kiss that seemed to suck out all my fears and anxieties.
He pulled away from me and planted many tiny kisses on my forehead.
“You don’t have to worry, Olivia. I am here for you. I will protect you and our child with everything that I have. I will not allow either of you to be harmed. And I promise, you will be a great mother and I, a great father.”
He kissed me again, and I felt my soul fly to the heavens in his embrace. I had never felt safer or more reassured.
His taste set me ablaze, and even though I was in the hospital, I still wanted to have him. I could feel my arousal multiplying every second he touched me. I was weak, but my craving for him gave me strength.
I pulled away and was out of breath. I looked at him, and he could see the plea in my eyes.
“Andre, I want you… please…”
Andre looked stunned and pulled away from me.
“No, Olivia. We can’t. It’s probably dangerous, and we might hurt our baby ourselves.”
The thought of hurting our baby reeled me in from my craving, but only for a little while. I still wanted my mate.
“Andre, I really want it. But I don’t want to harm our baby. Please can you tell the doctor to give us information about what we can and can’t do during this period. Also, can you confirm if it’s because of the baby that I have been feeling this way all this time? Maybe it’s what is causing my crazy libido.”
Andre looked at me sceptically.
“I don’t think it’s supposed to be that way, but I will let the medical research institute know that you are pregnant.”
He stood up and gave me an assuring smile.
“I’ll go and call the doctor. Just try and get enough rest and don’t worry.”
He left the room, and I was all alone. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest.
I had been having sex with Andre, and I never thought, even for a second, that this day was going to come. I sat in bed staring at the ceiling with my hands rubbing my stomach.
I was going to be a mother. Saying the word mother to myself felt weird. I never thought that I was ever going to be in Nicole’s shoes so soon and know what it was like to have a child.
If Dad were alive now, he would have a grandchild. He would have been so delighted.
I had read about the birthing process, and it was painful and agonising. My heart skipped a beat in fear.
A soft tear rolled down my cheeks.
Was I really ready for this?