Forbidden Innocence (Book #3)

Chapter 25

Lilac's P.O.V

Tears slip down my face as I grip Landon's hand and look at our growing baby on the screen.

Feet, hands, fingers, toes—they're all visible on the screen.

"Your baby is the size of a lemon. You said you're nine weeks pregnant, right?" He asks.

I nod my head frantically. "Yes," I answer without looking at him. I turn to Landon. "Look at the feet, Landon. I can't wait to start feeling kicks!" I squeal to him.

He leans forward and kisses me gently. "Calm down, Love," He whispers with a smile on his face.

The doctor smiles. "Everything looks like it's growing correctly. I'll print out pictures," He says before leaving the room.

Landon hands me tissues to wipe my stomach off. "We haven't thought of any names yet," He states, his eyes glued on my uncovered stomach.

"If it's a boy, Logan. If it's a girl, Lila," I tell him nonchalantly. I pull my tank top over my swollen stomach before resting a hand atop it.

The thought of my child growing more conscious of Landon and I's voice everyday brings a smile to my face.

Landon's hand joins mine. "Sounds good," He informs me before capturing my lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

His lips move away from mine just so they can lay a gentle kiss on my stomach. Words slip out of his mouth that are low and inaudible, but judging from the small smile on his face, it was something good.

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Ophelia checks her nails before she looks at my stomach that's hardly noticeable in my loose workout shirt. "That's going to be an issue," She states bluntly.

A scowl settles on my face as I rub my stomach in a lousy attempt to protect my unborn child from her words. "At the moment, my child isn't an issue. I'm not even that big yet," I counter.

She rolls her eyes. "I'm not talking about size, Lilac. I'm talking about the fact that if you don't shield yourself correctly, you might face the risk of losing your child."

True concern shines in her eyes.

I'm concerned too. If I miscarry because of somebody in this castle, it will either be me or Landon killing them. The thought of a miscarriage makes me place a hand on my stomach.

Landon would be heartbroken if I miscarried. We would both mourn for the loss of our child, and I don't think I'd ever recover.

"Well, what can I learn that won't result in the loss of my child?" I ask.

Ophelia examines her nails. "Let's see... we can train to unlock your gift that comes from you being a luna. You and Landon are fully mated, so your body should recognize the oncoming power that's going to come from your coronation," She explains.

I nod in agreement. "As long as my child isn't put in danger," I mutter.

So that's what we did for the rest of my training session. I tried out different activities to hopefully find my gift but, by the end of the day, we hadn't found it.

My gift, obviously, wasn't for war. My gift wasn't infinite knowledge. My gift wasn't for reading body language.

It confuses me and makes me feel inept in every sense possible.

I trudge back to Landon and I's room with a frown on my face, my hand on my stomach.

"You alright?" Landon asks me when I enter the room. Lucy is in his arms with her pacifier in her mouth.