Meeting (Chapter 1)

Incubating

Moon

  For the next few days, Ratchet kept checking me constantly.

  Always asking if I felt dizzy, mood swings, the whole nine yards.

  I was starting to regret telling him before the others.

  "Ratchet, my first appointment is tomarrow. I promise I'll be on time and give you all the details.  Alright?" I say, kind of getting tired of the way he never left me alone.

  He huffed. "Fine."

  He walked away, and I sighed.

  I was only one week in.

  Moon angel pregnancies usually last 2 or 3 weeks, but since I'm the Alpha for some strange reason, my pregnancy will last 9 weeks.

  Lucky me.

  I have to deal with doctors, medicine, discomfort, and a whole bunch of people asking if they could touch my belly.

  I didn't really care for the process of the baby growing, but I knew the outcome would be worth it.

  Next day at the doctor's office

"Well, the progress of your pregnancy is going smoothly. Any discomfort or side effects yet?" My doctor asks, his electric blue wings and jet-black hair shining in the bright light above him.

  The paper beneath me crinkles with every move I make.

  I shake my head. "Not yet."

  He nods. "Just let me know if you get any pains until your appointment next week."

  I nod. "Alright. Thank you for squeezing me in."

  He nods back, opening the door.

  The paper shuffles beneath me as I stand.

  I walk to the door, turning to my doctor.

  "I know you will, but please tell no one. I would like it to be a surprise."

  He nods. "Of course, Alpha Moon. My lips are sealed." He grins.

  He hands me a clipboard of all the information of my appointment on it.

  Ratchet wouldn't let me leave until I promised him he would have it.

  I go to the front of the hospital, happy that the halls were finally filled.

  I wasn't glad that angels were sick or injured or anything, I was glad that the doctors and nurses were doing what they loved to do.

  I found Nightshade at the front, eating the front lawn contently while lying down.

  He saw me, standing up and sniffing my hair.

  Then he gently nuzzled my belly. I guessed he just smelled the baby.

  "They're fine, bud. Doctor says they're growing healthy." I say, stroking his nose.