Chapter 109

Layla sat in Doctor Winifred's office with what she hoped was a calm expression. It had been about five minutes since they walked back in from the ultrasound room and the doctor hadn't said anything.

She simply told them to take a seat and wait a moment right after they walked in. But, it had been five minutes since then and she wasn’t ready to address them.

Layla found that she didn’t have any more patience to give. The suspense was eating at her.

"Are you warm?" Davian asked.

She turned towards him to see him looking at her with concern. "No, not really," she replied with a puzzled expression, wondering why he had asked that.

"Are you worried?"

"Yeah," she said with a sigh. "Aren't you?"

Her voice was harsher than she had intended. But she was so worried she couldn't sit still. Yet, he was asking the question as if it was bizarre for her to be worried.

"I am but I'm more worried seeing you so upset."

"I am not upset," she said. "I just can't take the uncertainty."

"You just have to wait a little more," he said and tucked her hair behind her ear. "The doctor is checking to make sure nothing is wrong."

His words did nothing to pacify her. "What if I did something and the accident—"

"You? If there is anyone to blame for the accident, you know it's me."

"I should have looked before crossing the road."

"If that's what you want to do then I should state my crimes too. I should have knocked on your hotel door instead of hiding inside like a creep and scaring you off."

Layla chuckled.

"Now, what's so funny?" He asked but there was amusement in his tone.

"I never thought I'd hear you describe yourself as a creep," she said smiling. He didn't have to cheer her up but she was glad he did.

"Well, I am glad you find it amusing but if you keep holding the accident over your head, how do you think I feel?"

"I wasn't trying to make—"

"I apologize for the delay," the doctor cut in.

They turned their gazes to her. She had an intense look on her face as she looked from the computer to them. She adjusted her glasses before she spoke.

"It took some time for the sonographer to give a proper report of the image. The fetus is quite small and we can barely see the image."

"What's the verdict?" He cut in.

The suspense was dragging for too long and seeing Layla that affected enough to blame herself, gravely bothered him.

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Oh, thank goodness," Layla gasped, leaning towards Davian. She was reaching to touch him before she could stop herself.

"And the tests?" Davian asked.

"The mother is pretty healthy. The baby is fine. As per the results, there is nothing that needs to be changed."

Davian nodded as he listened. Layla was still clinging to him and the warmth he felt at her relief was spreading all over his body.

"Is there anything else I need to know or take note of?" Layla asked.

"Nothing really, keep doing what you're doing. Alpha Davian has been using his scent to calm you down; he should keep doing that. She would need that even more as her pregnancy progresses. Her hormones are going to be all over the place. Your pheromones are the one thing she needs. For her and the baby."

"Oh," Layla said and glanced at him. She didn't even realize he was doing it on purpose but she noticed that his scent tended to calm her down when she felt agitated.

"Yes," she said and typed away on her computer then stopped suddenly. "Oh. I don't know if I have mentioned it yet but you can have sex. I know you're worried about the safety of the baby but that shouldn't affect—"

Layla's eyes widened at the doctor's words and a hint of color appeared on her cheeks.

Her words cut off as she noticed Layla's expression. "I seemed to have things mixed up. This is no reason for me to bring that up. I apologize."

She frantically typed on the computer, looking away from them as sweat beads appeared on her forehead. She awkwardly adjusted her glasses and wiped her forehead.

"Why did you think we aren't?"

Layla didn't know if she should be asking this question but the air had suddenly changed and she could feel Davian stiffen beside her as the doctor started to speak.

It didn't feel like the doctor misspoke; it felt like she had gotten hold of some information that had led her to this conclusion.

Doctor Winifred shakingly glanced at Davian before turning to look at Layla. "It's really my mistake, Layla." She pulled her hands away from the computer. "But that's all. I will see you again in four weeks. Unless something changes then you can come see me as soon as possible."

She spoke quickly, looking very eager to chase them away. This only made her curious but she doubted she would be able to get any answer from the doctor.

Davian stood on his feet first. "Thank you, Doctor Winifred."

He then turned to her and stretched out his hand to help her up. Layla was reluctant to take his hand.

She wanted to find out what the doctor meant but couldn't ask more questions. The doctor was clearly uncomfortable.

She lifted her head to look at him but his expression gave nothing away. But, she had seen the way the doctor looked at him when she asked her question.

Something told her she couldn't speak more on it because it concerned Davian and he didn't want her to know.

Her heart squeezed as she accepted his help. She couldn't help but think about what happened in the car. He was excluding her again.

This was exactly what she wanted, wasn't it? She didn't want ties so after the child was born, she could leave.

Wasn't it hypocritical of her to be bothered about the doctor's words when she was the one stopping them from being intimate?

"Have a good day, Doctor Winifred," she called as Davian led her towards the door.

The doctor waved with a tight smile on her face that disappeared as soon as the door shut behind them.

The hospital seemed busier as they walked out of it. Davian was by her side looking around.

They had just gotten to the entrance when one of his men burst through the entrance door with a panicked look on his face.

Davian immediately pulled her closer. "What's going on?"