Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220

Lyra

Sothing’s wrong with the baby.

No. No. No. No. No.

That’s not sothing you just say. That’s not sothing you say like you’re comnting on the weather or asking if I’ve been nauseous.

You don’t press your stupid, gloved hand on my belly and say that sothing is wrong like it’s just a normal fucking Tuesday.

What the fuck does that even an? What is wrong? What do you feel? Why aren’t you saying anything? Why are you pressing and pausing and blinking like you didn’t just rip my entire chest open with five fucking words?

And why is Damon so still?

I can’t look at him.

I can’t.

I didn’t even know how bad I wanted this until she said sothing might be wrong.

I didn’t know how much I loved the tiny thing growing inside

until I felt my entire body curl inward, like I could wrap around my stomach and keep it safe just by thinking hard enough. I’d do anything. I’d bleed out for this child. I’d die if it ant keeping it safe.

"What’s wrong with my baby?" I scread again. I was full-on sobbing now, the ugly kind of sobbing, with snot and hiccups and the kind of shaking that makes your fingers twitch and your throat close.

The doctor had the audacity to glance at

like I was the problem.

Like my reaction was too much.

Like I wasn’t allowed to scream and cry and fall apart over my baby.

I tried to sit up straighter. I tried to hold still so she could check better, so she could say just kidding or oh wait, false alarm, but my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I grabbed Damon’s wrist without even realizing it, squeezing so hard I felt my nails dig into his skin.

"Tell ," I gasped, blinking so fast everything was a blur. "Please. Please just say it. Don’t pause. Don’t look at

like that. Just say what you felt. Say it fast. Say it all at once. Don’t stop. Don’t stop talking until you say it’s okay."

I was rocking back and forth now, my whole body wrapped around my belly like I could will the baby to be safe if I just loved it hard enough.

I was eighteen. I didn’t know how to do any of this. I didn’t know how to be calm and patient and rational. I didn’t know how to be quiet when my heart was in my throat and the only thing I could hear was sothing is wrong.

"It can’t be dead," I whispered before I could stop myself. "Right? You would’ve said that. You would’ve said it if it was dead. You wouldn’t let

sit here and scream if it was dead. You wouldn’t. You wouldn’t. Right?"

Nobody answered.

That made it worse.

I looked up. Damon was staring at the doctor like he was two seconds away from tearing her fucking throat out with his teeth. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth would crack. His arm under my grip was flexed, every muscle locked in place like he was holding himself back with everything he had.

And the doctor — she looked pale now. Like she realized this wasn’t just so clinical update. Like she realized she was sitting in the middle of a storm she couldn’t control.

"I’m not saying the baby is in danger," she said slowly, cautiously, like she was choosing every word like it could explode. "I just need to perform a more detailed scan. What I felt... it could be nothing. It could also be a growth. Or a second heartbeat. Or an irregularity in the uterine lining. It’s not definitive."

My mouth fell open.

"What?"

A second heartbeat?

A growth?

A fucking irregularity?

That is not nothing! That is not a tiny little maybe!

"You’re gonna check," I snapped, voice wild, desperate, half-choked. "You’re gonna fucking check right now. You’re gonna do whatever scan, test, spell, witchcraft you need to do, and you’re gonna tell

exactly what’s inside

and why the fuck you said what you said. Because if this is just sothing you say to get off on the drama, I will scream so loud you’ll never work again."

The doctor blinked. Damon didn’t even blink. He was too still. He was holding

now, both arms around , one hand spread wide over my belly like he was shielding it with his entire soul.

"You said second heartbeat," he said suddenly, his voice low and shaking and dangerous. "Are you telling

she might be having twins?"

I stopped breathing.

Twins?

What the fuck?

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

My brain couldn’t process that fast enough. I was still trying to understand the first baby. I was still trying to understand pregnancy, mating, Alpha dick, heat, and now you’re telling

there might be two?

Tears were streaming down my face but my brain was flying in fifty directions. I felt nauseous. I felt hot. I felt dizzy. I felt every possible emotion all at once.

"What if one of them is sick?" I whispered, voice so small it didn’t sound like mine. "What if one is okay and the other one isn’t? What if one dies? Will the other survive? What if—what if—"

"What if I’m too young? What if my body can’t do it? What if I did sothing wrong already and I didn’t even know it? What if my stress is hurting them? What if screaming right now is making it worse? What if I lose one? Or both? Or all of them? What if I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant yet and now the universe is like HAHA, bitch, good luck surviving this?"