Chapter 221: Chapter 221
Lyra
"Lyra," the doctor said.
"I need you to calm down, okay? I know you’re young. I know this is a lot to process. But please. Listen to . It’s not only the second heartbeat I feel."
I stopped breathing.
No, no, no, no, no—don’t do this. Don’t say sothing that’s going to ruin my entire existence. My eyes were huge, my nails dug into Damon’s forearm so deep I felt the skin give a little. I didn’t blink. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t move.
The doctor took a breath and said the words I would never, ever forget for the rest of my entire life.
"I feel four heartbeats."
Four. She said four. Not one. Not two. FOUR.
My whole body went cold and hot at the sa ti. My stomach dropped so violently I thought I was going to throw up all over the floor.
My brain couldn’t keep up. My mouth fell open and the only thing that ca out was a high-pitched squeaky sound like a baby bird being slapped.
"WHAT?!" I scread, and I’m not even joking, it echoed. "What the fuck do you an four?! Four?! What are you talking about? Four what? Four cells? Four flutters? Four mistakes? Because if you an four babies, I swear to God, I will faint and die and haunt you for the rest of your dical career!"
The doctor blinked at
like I was a wild animal cornered in a cage.
I flung my hands in the air like I was conducting an orchestra of panic. "Are you saying there’s four babies inside ? Like right now? As we speak? Just casually hanging out in my uterus like it’s a group project?!"
She nodded.
She actually fucking nodded.
"Oh my God," I wailed, and I wasn’t being dramatic. I was being real. I grabbed Damon’s shirt, yanked him forward, and stared up at him with tears spilling from both eyes and my mouth fully trembling. "You did this. You. You put four pups in . I swear to God Im gonna fucking kill you Damon. You said you’d breed , not drown
in embryos!"
He didn’t even blink. He was still just holding , his jaw tense, his arms flexing like he was preparing to catch
when I inevitably passed the fuck out.
I started pacing even though my legs were noodles.
"This is not normal! This is not what heat sex is supposed to do! I was supposed to get dicked down, have one surprise baby, cry about it, and then fall in love! That’s the romance plot! Not quadruplets!"
"Lyra—" the doctor started.
"No. Shut up. I’m talking. I’m eighteen. I didn’t even finish my college applications. I still use Hello Kitty stickers in my planner. My mom still thinks I’m a virgin. And now you’re telling
I’m going to be the mother of four?! At once?! Do you know what that does to a vagina?! I’ve seen docuntaries!"
"I need you to take a deep breath—"
"Do you want
to die? Is that what this is? Are you trying to kill
with information? Because it’s working!" I dropped back onto the bed and started hyperventilating dramatically.
"My belly is going to explode. I’m going to be round like a pumpkin. No, not a pumpkin. A hot air balloon. I’ll be on the news. ’Local girl gives birth to four pups, cries herself into a coma.’"
Damon finally moved. He knelt down in front of
and grabbed my face between his huge hands, and for one second, just one, I thought he was going to say sothing sweet.
He didn’t.
He growled.
"You’re going to carry them," he said, his voice so low and deep I felt it in my spine. "You’re going to carry all of them. And I will protect you. I will protect every single heartbeat inside you. You hear , Oga?"
I blinked rapidly, tears pouring out of
like I was a broken faucet. "I’m small," I choked. "I’m five feet tall. I don’t even know how to swaddle a baby, and now I’m going to have four? What am I supposed to do? Stack them? Alphabetize them? Breastfeed them in rotation like a human rry-go-round?!"
His thumb stroked my cheek. "You’re going to be fine."
"You’re going to have to oil
like a machine just to roll
out of bed. I won’t be able to see my toes. My feet are going to swell like balloons. Do you know how big I’ll get? I’ll be shaped like a waterlon truck! You did this to , Damon!"
He smiled.
That smug, cocky Alpha smile that usually made
want to sit on his face and scream.
But right now?
It made
cry harder.
Because he looked proud.
Like he was proud of the chaos inside . Like four babies was so kind of sick accomplishnt.
I grabbed the doctor’s hand, eyes wild. "Are they okay? Are they safe? Are they healthy? Are you sure there’s not a fifth hiding in there like so evil twin waiting for the big reveal?"
She looked stunned. And honestly, sa.
"I’ll run a scan," she said. "Right now. But their heartbeats are strong. Very strong."
I blinked. "They’re okay?"
She nodded.
I burst into sobs so hard my shoulders shook and snot flew out my nose, and Damon just pulled
into his lap like I wasn’t a ticking ti bomb with four heartbeats and a panic problem.
I was eighteen.
And pregnant.
With four babies.
And sohow, I was still horny. Please don’t judge .
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