Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Five
Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Five
Camille’s POV
The honeymoon changed us.
Days of quiet mornings, warm nights, soft laughter, and long talks… it felt like the world finally stepped aside and let us breathe. By the time Theo and I returned home, my heart felt lighter than it had in years.
I woke the next morning expecting the same peace.
Instead, I woke to a wave of nausea so sharp it nearly pushed me back into the pillows.
I sat up slowly, pressing a hand to my stomach. The room tilted for a moment. I breathed through it, telling myself it was nothing, maybe we were still tired from traveling.
But when I stood to brush my teeth, my knees buckled.
Before I hit the ground, Theo’s arms wrapped around me.
“Camille.” His voice was tight, protective. “Sit. Don’t move.”
“I’m okay,” I whispered, but even my voice sounded weak.
He didn’t believe me for a second. He guided me to the bed, crouched in front of me, and cupped my face with both hands.
“You look pale. And you never get dizzy. Something is wrong.”
“It’s probably travel”
“We’re going to the hospital,” he said, already reaching for his phone. “Now.”
There was no room for argument. It wasn’t the Lycan King speaking, it was the man who loved me.
And I didn’t fight him.
He helped me into the car. Ethan drove us hard and fast, barely blinking. Theo held my hand the entire time, his thumb moving in slow, comforting circles that soothed part of my fear.
In the hospital room, I lay on the bed while the doctor asked questions and started running tests. Theo didn’t let go of my hand once. His face was carved with worry, his jaw tight, his body tense like he was preparing for the worst.
“Theo,” I murmured, squeezing his fingers, “I’m sure it’s nothing”
“Stop acting like you’re fine. You nearly collapsed, and you’ve been throwing up, something is wrong.”
His fear softened something in me. I brushed my thumb across his knuckles.
“I’m right here,” I whispered.
“I know,” he said quietly. “But I want you safe. I need you safe.”
The doctor returned after a few minutes and sat gently at the edge of the bed, her expression soft in a way that made my heart race all over again.
“Mrs. Black,” she said slowly, “I have the results.”
Theo’s grip tightened.
I met her eyes.
She smiled.
“Congratulations,” she said. “You’re pregnant. About six weeks.”
The world stopped.
I blinked at her, unable to process the words. Six weeks. Pregnant. A baby.
I turned to Theo just as his breath left his lungs in a trembling rush. His eyes widened, shock melting into something deeper, something that lit up every part of his face.
He didn’t speak.
He didn’t need to.
He lifted me off the bed in one strong movement, pulling me into his arms, holding me as if I’d just handed him the universe.
His lips pressed against my cheek, my forehead, my mouth, soft, grateful kisses that tasted like relief.
“Camille,” he breathed, voice breaking, “thank you… thank you for loving me… thank you for giving me the best gift, Theodore Junior.”
A choked laugh escaped me even as tears blurred my vision. My hands slid up his shoulders, holding onto him tightly.
“Theodore Junior?” I whispered.
“Yes.” He kissed me again. “Our son. Or daughter. Our baby.”
Our baby.
The words sank deep into my bones.
I pressed a hand to my stomach, my heart trembling. “There’s a life inside me…”
“Inside us,” he corrected gently, resting his large hand over mine. “And I’ll protect both of you with everything I am.”
Emotion rose in my throat so fast it almost overwhelmed me.
He helped me sit back down, kissing my forehead softly before picking up his phone.
“We’re telling your grandfather,” he said.
I nodded.
My hands shook as I dialed. The moment he answered, his worried voice filled the line.
“Camille? Are you alright?”
“I’m… more than alright,” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks. “Grandpa… I’m pregnant.”
Silence. Then a sharp inhale and then, pure joy.
“My child… my girl… oh Camille, this is wonderful news! Thank you for giving this old man a reason to live long enough to see the next generation. And congratulations, Theo.”
Theo leaned close so he could hear. “Thank you, sir. I promise to take care of them.”
“You better,” Grandpa sniffed. “Both of them.”
We ended the call with laughter, tears, and blessings.
On the drive home, Theo kept one hand on the wheel… and one hand over my stomach, warm and steady.
He looked ahead, confident, proud, glowing in a way I’d never seen before.
When I leaned against his shoulder, he kissed the top of my head.
“You gave me more than a kingdom,” he whispered. “You gave me a family.”
My heart softened completely. I held his hand over my stomach, the tiniest smile forming on my lips and for the first time, we didn’t drive home as two. We drove home as three.