CHAPTER 3
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Dr. Reynolds leaned forward, his expression serious. "Are you sure you want to do this? It’s over $50,000 for insemination, and there’s no guarantee it will work."
I met his gaze, my determination unwavering. "I’ll go into more depth if I have to," I said firmly. "I want this baby, and I want him to be 100% mine."
Dr. Reynolds nodded slowly, opening a folder filled with profiles. "We have the city's most eligible bachelors, and even a few billionaires. Take your pick."
"I don’t care," I replied, my voice steady. "Just as long as he’s smart, handsome, and human."
The doctor raised an eyebrow. "So, no werewolf donors."
The mention of werewolves triggered a memory, taking me back to when I was a child. I remembered sitting on the floor, cradling my favorite doll. My mother’s gentle voice echoed in my ears.
"Alright, Ella," she said, kneeling beside me. "Before you go play, what’s our number one rule?"
I looked up at her, my eyes wide with innocence. "Stay away from werewolves, even if they look nice."
"That’s right," my mother said, brushing my hair back. "Will the werewolves eat me like they did to their parents?" I asked.
"Not if you keep your distance," she assured me. "Now give me the toy."
I clutched the doll tightly, reluctant to part with it, but eventually handed it over. My mother took it, and I ran off to play.
The memory faded, and I was back in the doctor’s office. I cleared my throat, my resolve firm. "Absolutely no werewolves."
I blinked awake, the bright lights of the clinic ceiling coming into focus. Dr. Reynolds stood by my side, a reassuring smile on his face.
"Alright, Ella," he said gently, "the insemination is done. Everything looks great. Hopefully, when you come back in the next ten days, you'll be a mommy."
I felt a swell of emotion, my heart pounding with a mix of hope and fear. "That’s all I’ve ever wanted," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Dominic POV
I was in my office, reviewing some important documents, when my phone buzzed on the desk. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID, expecting it to be another routine matter.
"Mr. Moon, we have bad news," came the hesitant voice on the other end.
I frowned, my grip tightening on the phone. "What do you mean, bad news?"
There was a brief pause, then the voice continued, "Your... your sample, Mr. Moon. It went missing."
I shot up from my chair, the air around me seeming to grow colder. "What do you mean, my sample went missing?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Moon, but there seems to have been a mix-up at the lab—"
"Fine it," I interrupted, my voice cold and commanding.
"Yes, sir. We'll try our best," the voice stammered before the call ended.
Ella POV
Back in my room, I sat on the edge of my bed, a small, worn box in my hands. I opened it slowly, revealing tiny baby clothes I had bought over the years—each one a symbol of hope and dreams yet to be fulfilled.
I picked up a soft onesie, running my fingers over the fabric, and held it close to my heart. "I hope you're in there, baby," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "From here on out, it's going to be just me and you."
Tears welled in my eyes, but I wiped them away, determination replacing the sorrow. No matter what, I was going to give my baby the best life possible. I placed the onesie back in the box, closed it gently, and set it aside.
We’ll be okay, I thought, trying to convince myself as much as the little life I hoped was growing inside me.
Three weeks later, I found myself back in the clinic, lying on the examination table as Dr. Reynolds gently moved the ultrasound wand over my abdomen.
"It looks like you're having a baby," he said with a smile, his eyes lighting up.
"Oh my God," I breathed, tears pooling in my eyes. "Is it really happening?"
"I'm so happy for you," he added, glancing at the screen. "Let’s take a closer look."
He adjusted the equipment, peering intently at the monitor. His brow furrowed slightly, his smile fading. "That's... weird," he murmured, his tone shifting. "It's more developed than it should be at this stage."
I felt a twinge of fear. "What? What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?"
Dr. Reynolds didn’t answer immediately, his attention focused on something else. He reached over to a small bottle nearby, examining it closely. He frowned, muttering under his breath, "Did they double label this by mistake?"
He peeled back the first label and revealed another name beneath it: Mr. Dominic Moon. The shock on his face was unmistakable.
Turning back to me, his expression serious, he asked, "Ella, exactly how scared are you of werewolves?"
"Very," I replied, my heart rate spiking. "Why?"
Before he could answer, the door to the room swung open.
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