I sit down shocked, as I had just gotten the sense that I was pregnant, and the need to run and hide and cower seemed extremely appealing. The very room I sat in was too stuffy with the huge fire and my long sleeve gown. I stare at the floor debating on what to do when suddenly an idea floods my head.
I could just give her up, I think. She would need to be in a royal family. One that is already expecting. Maybe I could just abort. No, no. Not that, that's a bad idea. Wait! I could just plant the embryo in the mother of a royal child and they can raise her. Although, she has to voluntarily give herself up for it though. Who would want to do that? Who would want to carry my baby? I look down at the tablet that had a list of all the pregnant females and an idea sparks when I see Carline Mitchellson's name. She is perfect! She is smart and sweet and strong. Plus, she loves kids. She'll want to. I bet.
I pick up my phone and dial her number. She picks up on the second ring.
"This is the Mitchelson residence," her small voice says.
"Hi Carline," I say.
"Oh! My apologies my Luna. I didn't know it was you."
"Yes. It's quite alright. I just need to ask you something. And know that you can tell me no if that be your choice."
"Yes, Luna."
"I am pregnant. But Eric doesn't want kids. I was wondering if you would carry my daughter for me. And raise her."
"Oh! Of course!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
"Will Clarke like this?"
"Yes. He wants two daughters and a son so if I do I'll at least have given him two-thirds of his wish."
"Thank you, Carline. I will be over in an hour. Then the pack doctor can place the embryo in you."
"Agreed. I will be ready."
"Goodbye Carline."
"Goodbye, Luna."
I hang up and grab the keys to my Camaro as I head to the garage and get in. The red paint was a cherry colour and the white interior made it that much more fierce and bold. I speed down the many roads toward Mitchelson Manor.
-----ONCE ARRIVED AT THE MANOR------
I get out and walk up the many flights of stairs toward the pack doctor's office. He'd called on the way and arranged the meeting in his office so Carline could surprise Clarke with the news of her birthing twins.
"Hello Luna," they both say once I walk in and I nod.
"You'll be going under anaesthesia. When you wake up, the procedure will be done," the pack doctor says to us both as we lay shirtless on the two beds.
"Understood," we say.
"Okay. And beginning now."
He places a mask over my mouth and nose and I take a few deep breaths as I slowly fade. My vision blackens and I sleep.