The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 164: Chapter 164

Josie POV
It’s been a few weeks now and there’s still no sign of Sandra anywhere. I’m fairly certain that she’s given up now and left for good, but Rohan insists that she has to be out there somewhere and has become obsessed with finding her. I sigh as I make my way downstairs, disgruntled to find my mate has once again gone looking and left me behind. We had an appointment today, one that he’s no doubt forgotten about and it rankles as I moodily eat my breakfast, chomping slowly so as to keep the morning sickness at bay, my stomach now curving into a little bump.
“Stupid man” I scowl, dropping the fork down with a clatter and startling nearby pack members who look at me sympathetically as I get to my feet and fetch my bag “I can’t believe he forgot about our ultrasound” I snarled, pissed off. This obsession of Rohan’s was going too far, I fumed to myself as I walked slowly out of the pack house, aware of two guards following behind me. This was important to me and Rohan was missing it. I sighed, the beautiful scenery around me and the delicate aroma of the flowers blooming around the pack house failing to put me in a better frame of mind. I could feel myself stomping towards the hospital in a foul mood and felt sorry for anybody who had the misfortune to come across me. If I could get my hands on Rohan right now, I would throttle him in a heartbeat, I thought to myself moodily, my wolf doing her best to cheer me up, but failing abysmally.
The hospital loomed near and I walked through the entrance, feeling stiff and a little embarrassed at my little tantrum. The guards stayed respectfully out of the way, while a doctor came up towards me, a bright smile on her pretty face. “Good morning Luna Josie” she greeted me respectfully, dipping her head “what brings you to the hospital today? Are you here for your ultrasound?” she asked in excitement and despite my foul mood, I couldn’t help but smile at her cheerful demeanor.
“Yes please,” I said quietly.
She beckoned me to follow her, leading me down a hallway and to a private room. I slowly got onto the bed as she began to prepare the machine, feeling nervous. I wished that Rohan was here to see this. I could have used his hand to hold onto, or his reassurance right now. Instead, I felt overwhelmingly guilty that he was about to miss out on an important moment in our unborn child’s life. The doctor’s eyes danced as she placed some gel on the probe and motioned for me to push my t-shirt up and pull my pants down.
“It’s cold” she chirped and then placed it on my belly,, beaming at me widely as I stared at the screen in awe, completely transfixed.
“Now are we wanting to know the gender?” she asked.
I bit my lip. Without Rohan here to ask, I wasn’t certain what to answer. But I really wanted to know the gender and decorate the nursery according to what we were having. I looked at the doctor who waited patiently for me to answer. A small spurt of defiance shot through me. It wasn’t my fault that Rohan was missing out on the ultrasound, was it? He knew about the appointment and he had failed to turn up for it. It was his fault I was having to make this decision without his input, I thought sourly. If he didn’t like it then screw him. Next time he would make sure to be here!
I took a deep breath and then fixed my eyes on the screen. “Yes, I want to know the gender” I requested firmly.
The doctor nodded, beginning to move the probe around again, her face a mask of concentration. I could feel my heart beginning to race in anticipation. I was so excited that it was all I could do to keep still on the bed. The doctor laughed at my eagerness.
“Do you have a preference?” she asked casually.
I thought about it and then shook my head. “As long as he or she is healthy, then it doesn’t matter what gender they are,” I said honestly “I just want them to be okay.”
“I love that attitude” she exclaimed “and your baby is one hundred percent healthy” she added, alleviating some of my fears as I exhaled in relief.
But the gender…I waited, feeling like I was going to faint if she didn’t divulge it soon. My impatience grew. She frowned and then pushed a little harder on my stomach, causing me to give a low grunt. It wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable and she glanced at me apologetically. “Sorry,” she whistled and then turned the probe around slightly before looking at me triumphantly.
“There,” she said with a great sense of satisfaction and glee “I finally got a clear enough picture. I know what you are having” she teased me, making me look at the screen again.
“What gender?” I asked, keenly.
“Congratulations Luna Josie, you are having a beautiful, well maybe handsome is the right word, baby boy” she cried and I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.
A boy. Rohan and I were going to have a little boy. My throat constricted and I blinked the tears that threatened to fall away, giving the doctor a watery smile as she began to pull the probe away, handing me some paper towel to wipe the gel off my stomach. My hand shook as I robotically wiped the gel off me, throwing the paper towel in the nearby wastebasket. The doctor replaced the probe as I sat there, stunned, my heart bursting with joy. I wished that Rohan had been here to hear the good news. I couldn’t wait to tell him. He was going to be overjoyed. I could just picture the look on his face and I grew even more excited by the prospect of it.
“The baby is developing at a normal rate and there are no concerns at present,” the doctor said breezily as I nodded numbly, my hand going to the small of my stomach, a small smile curving on my lips “keep up with your prenatal vitamins and ensure that you are eating a healthy well-balanced diet with plenty of red meat. Shifters need lots of red meat, especially during pregnancy” she informed me seriously as I nodded obediently, having heard this lecture before. “Otherwise, unless you have any other questions, I’ll send in my assistant to organize another appointment with you and give you a shot to protect against certain viruses that pregnant shifters are not immune to. Do you need me to explain that?”
I shook my head. I already knew about the shot. Pregnant shifter’s immune systems were more compromised and therefore needed an extra boost to protect them. I watched the doctor pack away everything and smoothed my shirt down. “She won’t be long” the doctor promised and I nodded, remaining seated on the bed. There was no point moving just yet.
I waited and then grabbed my handbag, dug through it, and retrieved my phone. I wanted to see if Rohan had sent any messages but if he was out tracking, he was in wolf form. The phone remained stubbornly devoid of messages and all communication. I grimaced and reluctantly put it back. It was also almost dead. I had forgotten to charge it. I put my handbag next to me, waiting for this nurse to arrive, rubbing my stomach and lost in thought as I began to picture how I was going to decorate the nursery.
Finally I heard footsteps. The nurse came in, her heels clacking loudly on the floor and she wore a mask, her hair tied up in a bun, her uniform slightly too large for her. She closed the door and locked it as I looked at her confused. She had a tray with her, with various syringes and scalpels. Why did she need scalpels? My scalp was beginning to itch and I knew instinctively something wasn’t right. I went to move and she plunged a syringe into my leg, causing me to scream. I felt something enter my bloodstream and lost all contact with my wolf. It had to be wolfsbane. I was in trouble. I looked up and saw her eyes, realization dawning as I became filled with horror.
“You” I gasped “how did you get in here?”