The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 88: Chapter 88

Sarah POV
I feel like I’m slowly going insane. Time passes unbearably slow and there is little to no light in here. My wolf is either constantly talking my ear off or silent. It’s unnerving. Several times I have touched the bars, my skin bubbling and burning, the pain giving me a sick sense of satisfaction, a reminder that I’m still here, that I’m still alive. It feels like I’ve been stuck in this small cell forever, when in reality it’s barely even been weeks. I’m told my father is dead, killed, demanding my freedom. A fresh wave of grief washes over me. I missed him. I had never doubted his love for me and while he had made mistakes, he had always shown me the type of love that was unconditional and the type of caring only a father could show. Stella was gone but that didn’t concern me. I had never liked the b***h. She could rot in hell for all I cared. I blamed her for my father’s death. She had left him behind and allowed him to defend himself alone. I would never forgive her for that.
I kicked my legs impatiently against the floor, sitting on the mattress, my legs straight out in front of me. God, I was bored. All I had to do was talk to myself, sleep, and eat. Or shower. I was regularly taken to the bathroom in the back to take care of my needs and shower but otherwise, I was in my cell for the rest of my time. The guards watched me silently. It was infuriating how they never spoke to me, not even when I attempted conversation with them. Sometimes I felt like screaming insults at them to see if they responded, or at least reacted. It was clear they had no sympathy for me whatsoever and I wondered what Grant or his bloody mother had told them.
I ran a hand through my hair, messing it up further. What was the point in caring for myself when there was nobody to appreciate it? I wore basic clothes, track pants, and a shirt, my feet bare, my hair messy and untidy, no makeup, and no jewelry to adorn my hands, wrists, or neck. My clothes were clean but crumpled. I gave a long-suffering sigh and let my eyes sweep over the dungeon again, tears pricking my eyes again. I was going to waste away in here, slowly dying of boredom. I could see it. My muscles were slowly atrophying from lack of exercise. There was only so many times that I could walk around the cell before I gave up and sat back down again.
Footsteps sounded and I looked up hopefully. Had Grant come to visit me? I tried to tidy my hair with my fingers, running them through my hair in an attempt to make it presentable. Would he talk to me? I longed to hear his voice and see his handsome face once again. When would he forgive me? When would he realize that I was perfectly made for him? I carried his unborn child. Did that not matter to him? Did he not want the same as I did? To be the perfect family? I shook my head in exasperation. How much longer was he going to hold a grudge? Couldn’t he see the wedge that was driving us apart? The damage he was doing to our relationship. Wasn’t my apology enough? Why must I continue to suffer? My chest constricted. A lone tear trailed down my cheek. It hurt, so bad, to be rejected by the one I loved. To be discarded as though I was nothing, despite carrying the most precious thing I could of theirs.
I looked up as the footsteps got closer in their approach. There were three sets I noted, my ears pricked as I listened intently. Slowly, Luna Mary, Grant, and a doctor came into view. My eyes widened and I glanced at Grant with eyes shining. He had come. I knew he would eventually. I just had to be patient. I ignored Luna Mary and the annoying doctor. As far as I was concerned their presence wasn’t necessary. All I cared about was Grant. I gave him the sweetest, most brightest smile I could as I turned on the mattress to see him properly. He stared at me blankly and I rejoiced. At least he wasn’t glaring a positive sign.
Luna Mary spoke. “Your blood test results came back ages ago and did in fact show you were pregnant,” she said coldly as my eyes reluctantly drifted to her “So we’ve come to do an ultrasound” she finished.
My eyes narrowed. “I told you I wasn’t lying” I spat out, anger showing on my face “It’s not my fault you didn’t believe me.”
“Child, considering what you’ve done, is it any wonder that we questioned whether the test was a false positive or engineered? Believe me, you should thank your lucky stars the blood test came back positive, else you wouldn’t be standing here today” she murmured.
I scowled at her. I wanted to tell her to go away. My eyes slid back to Grant who looked blank still. I frowned. Why wasn’t he defending me? He could say something in my defence I thought crossly. As it was, he looked as though he would rather be anywhere else but here and I felt a pang in my chest in response.
“Dr. Sandra is here to do your ultrasound” Luna Mary repeated.
I rolled my eyes. I had heard her the first time. Why was she repeating it like I was a dumb child? The doctor was holding a large piece of portable machinery. It had to be battery operated I marvelled. It was a small probe and a small screen but it was like a regular machine, only miniscule.
“You are going to need to behave and lie still so that the ultrasound can be done comfortably,” Luna Mary said with some apprehension.
Now I got it. She was concerned I would try something. I almost gloated at her. She was clearly nervous and trying not to show it. I had the advantage I realized and I was about to take full advantage of it. If she thought she had me cowed she had another thing coming. I cleared my throat and looked her straight in the eyes.
She blinked at me and then glowered. “Oh I will behave alright” I agreed with a small smile before turning and looking pointedly at Grant who seemed oblivious to it “but only on one condition.”
Luna Mary looked indignant. “You do not get to make the rules here” she spat out furiously “You do as you’re told or else” “Else what?” I asked drily “You can’t torture or hurt me while I’m pregnant,” I said smugly “and you’d need a hell of a lot of guards to hold me down. Wouldn’t you rather avoid all that? Especially seeing as you don’t like to be embarrassed, do you, Luna Mary?” I taunted.
She seethed. I smirked. Grant looked grim now, tightening his lips. Dr Sandra looked nonplussed, still quietly holding the machine in her hands.
Finally, Luna Mary let out a giant exhale, maintaining her composure, even as she gave me the iciest look she could, while I merely smiled at her, making her even more enraged. “What exactly is the condition?” she asked me between gritted teeth “And I remind you that you are not at liberty to ask for a huge favor.”
I raised an eyebrow and then shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not looking for a huge favor” I mocked “I merely want Grant to be in the cell with me as we see our baby on the screen together.”
Silence. Grant tightened his jaw while his mother stared at me, aghast that I would dare to request such a thing from her son. I couldn’t resist adding “After all this is his baby too. He helped create it, so he should get to see it, should he not?”
Grant looked stunned. His mother opened her mouth and I instinctively knew she was about to object but then Grant spoke and I relished hearing his voice for the first time since he’d come down to see me. “I’ll do it,” he said tightly” providing you lie still for it.”
“I promise” I gushed. I just wanted him near me. I could have wept with joy. His mother nodded, shooting me a look full of daggers.
Luna Mary opened the cell door and Dr. Sandra sailed in, Grant behind her, a brooding expression on his face. I lay down on the mattress expectantly. I held my hand up as Grant sat beside me. “Grant” I pouted “hold my hand.”
He hesitated and then growled lowly in his throat, seizing my hand and roughly holding it. Dr Sandra set up the machine, putting gel on the small probe and putting the monitor so we could see it.
“This is so exciting” I murmured, squeezing Grant’s hand as he stared down at the monitor, a tic in his jaw “Aren’t you excited darling?” I asked hopefully.
He stayed silent. I shrugged. Dr Sandra pulled my shirt up beneath my breasts and pulled my pants down below my hips.” This will be cold,” she said and then promptly put the probe on my stomach as I shivered.
Anticipation flooded through me. I stared eagerly at the monitor. Dr. Sandra bit her lip as she moved the probe slowly around. The image constantly flickered as I waited eagerly. She began to measure the limbs, ensuring the baby was developing at a healthy rate and that its organs were nice and healthy.
“How is it going?” Luna Mary asked anxiously “Is everything looking okay?”
“So far everything appears to be developing at the rate that it should be,” Dr. Sandra said looking at the Luna and nodding All the organs are in perfect health and there doesn’t appear to be any complications.”
I gave a sigh of relief. Grant let out an exhale. He was worried too, I realized with awe. It made me feel a warm glow inside.
“That’s fantastic news,” Luna Mary said delicately “Is it possible to find out the gender?” she asked.
Dr Sandra nodded at her. “If you’ll give me a minute, the baby is in a tough position to be able to tell but will hopefully move, I should be able to determine the gender Luna Mary” she advised.
I couldn’t wait. Grant’s eyes widened and softened slightly. This was a far cry from how he had appeared and looked like last time. He was softening towards me. I knew it. I knew he couldn’t stay angry at me forever. With time, I was going to be out of here and he was going to forgive me completely. It was just a matter of waiting patiently. I could do that.
Dr Sandra gave an exclamation. “The baby has moved,” she said delightedly and pressed the probe harder on my stomach as I wiggled in discomfort “And now I can see the gender clearly. Oh my goodness” she exclaimed with delight as Luna Mary hovered on the outside of the cell, fidgeting with her hands “should I just say it out loud?” she asked the Luna.
“I want to know,” I said desperately.
Surely they would not be so cruel as to keep it to themselves.
Luna Mary hesitated. Dr. Sandra awaited instructions. Finally, she nodded.
Dr Sandra turned to me and smiled at me gently “Congratulations” she said very respectfully as I sucked in a breath, ” you’re having a baby girl” she cried.
Whoosh. I let out an exhale feeling disappointed. But then I turned to Grant and saw the strangest expression on his face before a slow smile spread and he let go of my hand. Luna Mary was beaming. “A daughter” Grant murmured “I’m having a daughter” he repeated shell shocked.
Oh, he was happy I realized, feeling excited again. I had thought he would be angry if it wasn’t a boy. Grant got up as Dr. Sandra grabbed the machine and headed out of the cell, making wooden steps towards the cell door as I awkwardly sat up and pulled my shirt back down.
“Grant,” I said in a slightly panicked voice as he swung the cell door shut behind him “Where are you going? Don’t you want to celebrate?” I asked eagerly.
Luna Mary shook her head “I think you’re starting to lose your mind” she told me as she grabbed Grant’s arm “Of course he wants to celebrate and we’re going to but there is no way in the world he’s going to celebrate with you” she said coldly.
They began to walk away, their footsteps fading in the distance. “Grant” I screamed as the door swung open, the guards watching open mouthed “Grant come back. Don’t leave me down here, not again. Grant come back.”
But nothing but silence greeted me.