Damian sat by Aurora’s bedside, staring at her pale face. The machines around her beeped steadily, a reminder of how fragile she was right now. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his jaw tightening as he thought about all the pain she had endured.
A knock on the door broke the silence. Damian looked up to see Nurse Claire standing there, her face serious.
“Mr. Wolfe,” she said softly. “The doctor would like to speak with you in his office. It’s important.”
Damian frowned. “What now?”
“Please,” Nurse Claire said. “It won’t take long.”
Damian stood reluctantly, glancing back at Aurora one last time before following the nurse out of the room. His steps were heavy as they walked down the hallway, his mind racing with questions. What could the doctor possibly want to tell him now?
When they reached the doctor’s office, Nurse Claire opened the door and gestured for Damian to enter. The doctor was sitting behind his desk, his face unreadable. He gestured to the chair across from him.
“Please, have a seat, Mr. Wolfe,” the doctor said.
Damian didn’t sit. He crossed his arms over his chest, his glare fixed on the doctor. “What’s this about?” he demanded. “If it’s more updates about her coma, you could’ve told me in her room.”
The doctor sighed, leaning forward slightly. “This isn’t about her coma,” he said carefully. “There’s something else we need to discuss.”
Damian’s frown deepened. “Then stop wasting my time and say it.”
The doctor hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Mr. Wolfe,” he began, “while running tests to monitor Miss Aurora’s condition, we discovered something… unexpected.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, unexpected?”
The doctor folded his hands on the desk, meeting Damian’s intense gaze. “Miss Aurora is pregnant.”
The words hit Damian like a punch to the gut. He blinked, staring at the doctor as if he hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
“She’s pregnant,” the doctor repeated calmly.
Damian let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “This isn’t funny,” he said. “If this is some kind of joke, you’re going to regret it.”
“It’s not a joke,” the doctor said firmly. “We confirmed it through multiple tests. Miss Aurora is with child.”
Damian’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. He leaned over the desk, his eyes burning with anger and confusion. “How is that possible?” he growled. “She’s been through hell. How could she ” He stopped himself, his mind racing.
The doctor’s expression didn’t change. “I understand this is a lot to take in,” he said. “But it’s the truth. Miss Aurora is in the early stages of pregnancy.”
Damian paced the room, running a hand through his hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. He turned back to the doctor, his eyes narrowing. “How far along is she?”
“Approximately six weeks,” the doctor replied.
Damian froze, his jaw tightening. “Six weeks?” he repeated.
“Yes,” the doctor said. “We believe the stress from her current condition hasn’t affected the pregnancy yet, but it’s crucial that we monitor her closely.”
Damian sat down heavily in the chair across from the desk, his head in his hands. He stayed silent for a long moment before looking up, his face hard.
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” he demanded.
“We needed to confirm it first,” the doctor explained. “We couldn’t risk giving you incorrect information.”
Damian let out a bitter laugh. “And now that you’ve confirmed it, what? You expect me to just accept this?”
The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. “Mr. Wolfe, this isn’t about acceptance. This is about ensuring both Miss Aurora and the child receive the best care possible.”
Damian’s hands tightened on the arms of the chair. “And what are the risks?”
“There are always risks,” the doctor admitted. “Given her current condition, we need to be extra cautious. But if she wakes up and the pregnancy continues without complications, there’s a good chance both mother and child will be fine.”
Damian stood up abruptly, pacing the room again. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions anger, confusion, fear. “This doesn’t make sense,” he muttered.
The doctor watched him carefully. “I understand this is overwhelming,” he said. “But the fact remains Miss Aurora is carrying a child. Your child, I assume?”
Damian stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing. “Of course it’s mine,” he snapped. “Who else would it belong to?”
The doctor nodded. “Then you need to decide how you want to handle this situation, Mr. Wolfe. Miss Aurora’s health is the priority, but the child’s well-being is also important.”
Damian turned to face the doctor, his expression unreadable. “You focus on keeping her alive,” he said coldly. “That’s all I care about right now. The rest… I’ll deal with later.”
The doctor nodded. “We’ll continue to monitor both her and the pregnancy closely. If there are any changes, we’ll inform you immediately.”
Damian didn’t respond. He turned and walked out of the office, his steps heavy and deliberate. His mind was spinning, the weight of the news pressing down on him like a thousand bricks.
As he made his way back to Aurora’s room, he couldn’t shake the image of her lying there, so still and fragile. And now, she was carrying his child. A part of him felt a flicker of hope, but it was quickly drowned out by anger and guilt.
“I’ll protect you,” he muttered under his breath, his hands clenching into fists. “Both of you. No matter what it takes.”