Chapter Two

The week my husband returned home was not at all how I imagined it. 

Right off the bat, the welcome party I had intended to use as an excuse to hear all about Killian's trip turned into a "get to know May" event.

Everyone, all the people who had surrounded me in the past week, helping me drag tables and chairs around for my husband's party, blow up hundreds of balloons and hang shiny decorations from the ceiling for the event I planned, gathered around Killian and May to ask her questions. How had she and Killian met? What happened to her previous husband? How far along was she? 

Killian had stayed out with May almost all night, "showing her the pack" he had shot over his shoulder as they left me to clean up the remains of the party. When he had finally returned home that night, he didn't say a word to me. Just slid into the bed, his back to mine, and slipped into sleep.

All while I lay there, my heart burning in my chest, swallowing over and over again to keep the tears from falling. 

If I was brave, I would just confront him. But I still loved him, and I was terrified of hearing him saying the words I already knew to be true.

These were the thoughts that were on my mind as the car I had gotten to drive me pulled into the parking lot of the office of one Dr. Monroe. 

Dr. Monroe was my last hope of hanging onto Killian. 

I believe part of the distance between us was created by my inability to produce an heir. In the beginning of our marriage, our sex life was incredible. We spent night after night together, and eventually, it took.

But it didn't stick, and I lost the baby within three months. After that, I found it difficult to lay with him for a very long time, and when we eventually did spend the night together again, it wasn't the same. Our sex became almost scheduled after that, every month, two days before the full moon was our allotted slot.

"Hi, I have an appointment at two with Dr. Monroe." I smile a little at the pretty blond sitting at the front desk of the obstetrician's office.

"Yes, Mrs. Hunt, follow me to get your height and weight." I nod as she stands up, grabbing a clipboard and a pen from her desk before opening the door to the hallway where the examination rooms were housed and holding it open for me. I nod in thanks, and wait for her to guide me.

"One hundred and fifty pounds." She scribbles my weight on her clipboard once I've stepped onto the scale.

"I've gained some weight." I'm a little confused as I step off and back against the wall for my height. Considering how hard I've been working lately, I should have lost a lot of weight.

"Don't worry about it too much." She smiles, writing my height down. "Follow me." I nod, following her until we stop in front of a bathroom.

"Inside there's a cart, on the top there's a cup with your name on the label, and a lid beside it. Urinate in it, close the lid, and then put it back on the cart. Then come to this room," she points to an examination room with an open door two doors down from the bathroom door, "and the doctor will be with you shortly." She smiles once more before turning and scurrying off.

I did what she instructed. Five minutes later, the cart with a small cup of my pee is sent to the lab. I'm in the room on one of the chairs, waiting anxiously for the test result. I'm here for answers on why I'm having so much trouble conceiving.

"Mrs. Hunt!" I jump a little as an older man suddenly bursts through the door, grinning, and holding his arms open. On one hand I can see a clipboard. "I'm Dr. Monroe, it's nice to meet you." He holds a hand out to me, and I smile up at him from my chair as I firmly shake it.

"Nice to meet you too."

"Well, I've got good news, and I've got bad news, Mrs. Hunt." I blink a little at him.

"Okay... Bad news first."

"Bad news, you've wasted your time coming here today." I raise a brow at him. Was he turning me away?

"And the good news?"

He smiles even wider, if that was even possible, and leans down a little. "The good news is, you're already pregnant. Congratulations, Mrs. Hunt."

 What? I fall back in my seat a little, holding my hand over my heart and shaking my head.

"Really?" I ask, looking up at him and smiling. He nods happily.

"Yes Ma'am, you're about eight weeks..." My attention wavers a little as he starts talking about how we'll need to start scheduling more appointments for me as the baby grows and what I need to stop and start doing. I already knew everything I needed to up to this point anyway.

I’m going to have a baby. No, Killian and I are going to have a baby.

“I’m sorry, I need to make a phone call. Is it alright if I run out to my car real quick?” I cut Dr. Monroe off, and I do feel bad about it, but I want to tell Killian. I want him to know right now. 

The Dr laughs, and he nods. 

“Yes, yes. I have a turkey sandwich that’s been calling my name. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” He smiles and bows a little before exiting. 

I quickly race out of the room, through the office, and to the still waiting car in the parking lot.

“Are you ready to go home, Luna?”

"No, I need to call Killian." I mutter to the random pack member driving me as I slid into the backseat and grabbed the bag I had left in here. My hands are shaking a little as I dig for my compact. I sigh when I finally pop it open and see dark circles under my eyes. I reach back into my bag, pulling out a tube of emergency concealer. I quickly dab it under my eyes, patting it in with my ring finger. I hit around my nose too, just for good measure.

"Okay." I breathe as I finally grab my phone and pull up Killian's contact. I hit the facetime option, holding the phone at a good angle so I look as pretty as I can. I put a smile on my face, and wait for him to answer.

My smile falters when he doesn't. I frown, but try again. It hangs up quickly this time, after the second ring. A text pops up from Killian.

What? 

Weird, how one word can make you feel so shitty. 

Are you busy? I type back. 

I anxiously watch the bubbles floating as he types. 

May has been approved to officially join my pack. I need you to plan a ceremony. It will be streamed live to show our new ally. 

My eyes blur with tears at the words on the screen. 

Plan a ceremony? His pack?

And why was it going to be live streamed? No way the committee would care about some random pack member joining. Not enough to broadcast it. Something was off here, I could feel it.

I swallow thickly, leaning my head down so my tears fall onto the car's seat and not on my face. I still had to go back into that office. I didn't want anyone to know what I had been doing out here.

Okay. Is all I text back.