94. LORD BLACKWOOD (POV)

As I place the stethoscope in my ears and press it against Nyra's chest, I can barely contain the anxiety swirling inside me. The trusted doctor watches me with a serious expression, as if he knows what's about to happen.

When I hear Nyra's heartbeat echoing through the stethoscope's earpieces, I feel a tightening in my chest. Her heart beats strong and fast, but there's something else, something I didn't expect.

Another heartbeat resonates, synchronized with hers but distinctly different. It's as if there are two hearts beating inside her, each with its own rhythm, but both so alive and full of energy.

A wave of emotion washes over me, a mix of surprise, confusion, and a strange sense of familiarity. I can't help but recall a distant time when I experienced a similar joy upon discovering Nyra was pregnant.

But that's impossible, isn't it? I couldn't be feeling the beats of another heart besides hers. Yet the evidence is right before me, and my heart fills with cautious hope.

"What does this mean?" I ask the doctor, my voice trembling slightly with contained emotion. He looks at me, his brows furrowing in thought, before responding carefully.

"I think we need to run some more tests to be sure," he says, his expression mirroring my own confusion. "But it seems there's something unusual going on with Nyra's heartbeat."

He has no idea that Nyra is a hybrid, let alone that she had a relationship with a human, making the possibility of this being something more evident to me.

After the doctor mentions the possibility of something unusual in Nyra's heartbeat, my mind starts spinning in search of answers. For a moment, I find myself thinking about my ex-fiancée and the dashed hopes we had of starting a family together.

I decide to ask the doctor to give us a moment alone, and he kindly obliges. I walk over to Nyra, who looks nervous, and lie down beside her on the bed. I gently press my ears to her abdomen, searching for the heartbeat I hope to find.

The beats echo rapidly, as I expected, and I feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, I'm amazed at the possibility of Nyra being pregnant, but on the other, I'm worried about what this means for us.

Nyra looks at me with confusion, unable to grasp what's happening. I try to find the right words to explain, but the emotions swirling inside me make it hard to articulate my thoughts.

"I think... it could be..." I begin, but the words catch in my throat. I can't say for certain what's happening, but something inside me tells me this is a moment that will change our lives forever.

I look at Nyra, trying to read her expressions as she processes my words. Her eyes blink a few times, as if she's trying to assimilate the information. I feel my heart racing with anticipation of her reaction, but also with the uncertainty of what this means for us.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, Nyra finally opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. She seems as shocked as I am, and the tension in the air is palpable. My mind is flooded with a mix of emotions: joy, fear, anticipation, and a deep sense of responsibility.

"I... I am..." she starts, her voice trembling and uncertain. Her eyes meet mine, searching for some reassurance or guidance. I feel a wave of compassion for her, knowing that this moment is as scary and challenging for her as it is for me.

With a deep sigh, I reach for her hand and squeeze it firmly, conveying my silent support. We don't have all the answers, but we're in this together, and that's what matters most right now.

"I know what you're thinking, Nyra," I say gently, trying to reassure her. "But a part of me knows that there might be my blood involved in this, I will take care of it as if it were really mine."

She nods slowly, still processing the news, but she seems to find some comfort in my words. A sense of relief mixes with the lingering anxiety in the air, but there's also a spark of hope shining in her eyes.

Nyra looks at me, her eyes still filled with disbelief. "But... is that possible?" she asks, her voice trembling with the mix of emotions she's feeling.

I take a deep breath before answering, trying to find the right words to comfort her and explain the situation. "Yes, Nyra, it's possible," I say firmly, holding her gaze. "I'm sure the baby is yours, but... we need to face the reality. You slept with Zion, not with me."

Her expression changes, a shadow of pain passing through her eyes. It's a painful reminder of what happened between her and Zion, of the choices that were made and the consequences we now face.

"I know it's hard to accept," I continue, my voice gentle. "But no matter who the biological father is, Nyra. We will both be parents to this baby. I'll be by your side every step of the way, no matter what happens."

Nyra looks at me, her eyes shining with gratitude and love. She knows we're not alone in this journey, that we have each other to lean on, even in the toughest moments. It's a comfort to know we're not facing this alone, that we have a strong and true love to guide us.

I embrace her tenderly, feeling the connection between us grow even stronger.

"I want you to feel safe about this, I will never stop being by your side because of it. Are you ready to have a little one running around this house?" I open a smile, looking at her teary eyes.

Nyra looks at me, a shy smile playing on her lips as she nods slowly. "Yes, I'm ready," she replies, her voice full of emotion and determination. "The two of us together, we'll face this new chapter of our lives."

It's a relief to hear her words, to know that she's ready to embrace this new future, even with all the uncertainties it brings. We're about to embark on a journey full of challenges and adventures, but also of joy and unconditional love.

Smiling at her, feeling my heart overflowing with gratitude and happiness. "So let's make this home the perfect place to welcome our little one," I say, my voice full of promises and hope.

Nyra nestles closer to me, her hand gently resting on my belly. It's a moment of peace and tranquility, a glimpse of the future that lies ahead. Together, we can face any challenge, and together, we will build a home filled with love and happiness for our family to grow.

I cuddle up next to her in bed, stroking her hair, I can't believe that somehow I will be a father.

With a sigh of contentment, I allow myself to immerse in the comforting calm of this moment. Nyra is my anchor, my guiding light amidst life's uncertainties. If it weren't for her love, I would be lost, without direction or purpose. But with her by my side, I know we can overcome any obstacle fate throws our way.

The idea of ​​being a father can be daunting, but it's also exciting. I look at Nyra, my heart overflowing with gratitude for having her by my side. She's the perfect mother for our son or daughter, and I know together we'll make a great team on this journey of parenthood.

With a smile on my lips, I wrap Nyra in my arms, feeling the comforting warmth of her body against mine. It's a moment of pure happiness and serenity, a glimpse of the future we're about to build together.

"I love you, young lady," I say sincerely, holding her close. "I'm so happy I can barely explain this feeling."

She looks at me, her eyes shining. "Was that how you felt when you found out you were going to be a father for the first time?"

With a gentle nod, I affirm her words, momentarily losing myself in the memory of that special day.

"Yes, exactly like that," I respond with a tender smile. "It was a whirlwind of emotions, but above all, it was an explosion of pure happiness and love."

Nyra watches me with curiosity, her eyes reflecting the same tenderness I feel for her.

"I could hardly believe I was going to be a father," I continue, letting myself be carried away by sweet nostalgia. "But now, looking back, I know it was the best gift I could have received."

Nyra smiles, her lips curving into a charming gesture.

"I'm glad we have each other to share these moments," she says softly, her eyes meeting mine in a silent exchange of promises and affection.

With a sigh of contentment, I hug Nyra tighter, feeling grateful for every moment we share together. There's nothing I would trade for this happiness we've found in each other, and I know, without a doubt, that we're ready to build a promising future together.

Funny to think that I needed a new purpose in life when I just wanted to sacrifice it to feel free again. And now I feel free and in love, I can say even more than before.