Race Discovered Amidst Labour
1062 Words
Ten months had passed, and I had gotten used to juggling a job and my pregnancy.
My boss, though often complaining like a big baby, was understanding and extremely kind.
He would give me days off to rest and had even once given me a massage to help with my aching back.
The one thing that made me uncomfortable about him was the mask he always wore.
Was he a celebrity? Or did he have some kind of disfigurement he didn’t want people to see? Whatever the reason, I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him despite the mystery surrounding his identity.
Over the months, I had saved money and prepared for the arrival of my babies.
I bought baby supplies, stocked up on food, and made the house as child-friendly as possible.
The walls and floors were covered with cushions, and I had installed protective glass coverings on electrical appliances to ensure their safety.
Today, I stood outside my boss’s office, ready to resign. With my due date approaching, I knew I couldn’t keep working.
My babies would need me, and since I had no one else to rely on, I had to dedicate my time entirely to them until they were old enough to be independent.
After submitting my resignation letter, I hugged my boss goodbye. He didn’t object—who could refuse a hug from a pregnant woman?
The doctor had advised me to take long walks to prepare for labor, so I decided to walk home. On my way, I noticed an old woman standing by the road, looking lost and confused.
“Good evening, ma’am,” I greeted her politely, bowing slightly. “Do you need assistance?”
The woman’s piercing blue eyes, so similar yet more beautiful than mine, stared at me. She shook her head, but her body language said otherwise.
“I don’t mind helping,” I offered gently. “If it’s about my pregnancy, don’t worry. I’m not due yet, and I’m stronger than I look.”
She sighed and handed me a small card. “Do you know where this is?” she asked, her voice frail and soft.
“Fremont Court,” I said, recognizing the address. “It’s just down the road. I can take you there.”
Taking her hand and bag, I guided her carefully. During the short fifteen-minute walk, we became fast friends, talking about the government, the city, and her life.
She told me about her first and last love, and I couldn’t help but feel envious. She had lived a fulfilling life, yet I couldn’t understand why her children had left her alone at her age.
At the court, I helped her to the reception desk and ensured she was attended to. Before I left, she asked for my name, phone number, home address, and email.
I didn’t think much of it and gave her the information. After a brief hug, I headed home, feeling a pang of sorrow for her loneliness.
As I walked, I wondered what my life would be like when my children grew up and left to start their own families.
Would I end up lonely like her? The thought unsettled me. I didn’t want to be alone, but I also couldn’t imagine trusting anyone with my secret.
Marriage was out of the question—if a human discovered what I was, they could sell me out.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain in my stomach, followed by my water breaking.
Panic set in as I realized I was in labor.
The pain was unbearable, and all three babies were eager to make their entrance at once.
I looked around desperately for help, but there were no cabs in sight. I was on a bridge, unable to think straight or call anyone.
Just as I felt like collapsing, I felt strong hands around my waist. I looked up to see my boss. He guided me into his car and comforted me in the back seat while his driver sped toward the hospital.
“Breathe, Melissa, breathe,” he repeated, rubbing my hands and back.
The pain was too intense for me to feel flustered. My vision blurred, and the last thing I saw before blacking out was his mask slipping off, followed by the feeling of his lips brushing against my fingers.
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“Push!”
“Push what, exactly? I’m going to die, you useless nurse!” I screamed, clutching the shirt of the man beside me. I had expected my boss to stay, but he had left. I still didn’t even know his name.
“Just one more push, ma’am. Please,” the doctor pleaded.
I glared at the nurse holding my hand, then punched her hard enough to knock her unconscious.
The strange man tried to restrain me, urging me to push one last time. With all the strength I could muster, I complied and finally heard the cry of another baby.
Exhausted and furious, I sat up and delivered a punch to the man who had held me down.
“Stupid! And you, doctor!” I spat. I tried to stand but immediately felt weak and fell back onto the bed.
“You need to rest, ma’am,” the doctor said firmly. “You’ve lost a lot of blood.”
“And if I don’t want to?” I snapped.
“You’ll bleed to death,” he replied bluntly.
Defeated, I glanced at the three tiny babies on the table and drifted off to sleep.
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When I woke up, I held my three babies—platinum-haired, gray-eyed bundles of joy—close to my chest.
Across from me sat the man I had punched, still keeping me company after three days. I knew I owed him my gratitude.
‘Let’s shift! I want to touch them!’ Gina, my wolf, exclaimed eagerly. I could feel her longing and excitement, and I couldn’t deny I felt the same.
‘Not now,’ I replied. ‘There’s a stranger here, and he’s human. Besides, we haven’t named them yet.’
“You’re awfully quiet. Is everything okay?” the man—Neon—asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I nodded quickly and gave him a small smile, turning back to my children.
He chuckled softly. “You know, you’re remarkably calm and gentle for a werewolf.”
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