Trying Not To Love You ~ JHTBY Book II

16. Little Girl Lost

I woke up Tuesday morning to Gaige kissing all over my face. I opened my eyes and looked up at my mate, happily. I ran my fingers over his face and brought him down for a proper kiss.

"Good morning," I whispered, laughingly to him.

"Good morning. And good morning to you, too," he whispered to my belly, rubbing it softly. He kissed just above my bellybutton, then crawled up beside me. "Let's go out and get some breakfast."

"OK," I said and crawled out of bed. I walked over to the closet and grabbed a simple long sleeved, charcoal t shirt, skinny jeans - because I could amazingly still fit into them - and a black scarf. I slipped on my Uggs and

turned side to side in the mirror, looking at my belly. I ran a hand gently over the pudge and sighed. Pulling my shirt down over my belly, I pulled my hair into a high pony tail and walked out into the bedroom where Gaige was sitting on the bed.

He sat up and smirked at me, "Finally. I thought I was going to have to reschedule " he joked, wrapping his arms around me.

"Oh, shut up and come on," I said, linking our hands.

As we sat in the car, I was thinking about how its going to feel being a mother, and weather I wanted a boy or a girl, come to think of it. I don't think Gaige had said anything either.

"Gaige?"

"Hmm," he questioned, keeping his eyes on the road and a hand on my thigh.

"Do you want to boy or a girl," I asked.

He didn't answer from a minute. He glanced over at me and placed his hand on my growing belly. "I don't care, babydoll. As long as its part you and part me, I'll be happy."

I smiled at him and placed my hand over his. "I love you."

When we arrived at the doctors office, I signed in and went to dit down with Gaige. As we waited, I flipped through a pregnancy magazine, looking at baby furniture. It wasn't long, before we were called back.

A nurse led Gaige and I back to a room and I sat down on the bed.

"Full name, please."

"Aria Marleigh Ace."

"Birth date, age, are you married, and how far along are you?"

"September 18, 1996, 18, no and I am about three weeks."

She nodes, understanding werewolf pregnancies speed through in four months as opposed to a humans nine.

"Is this the father with you?"

"Yes ma'am. He's my mate. Gaige Harlow," I say and she nods again, typing away at the computer.

"OK, the doctor should be in soon," she said smiling at us each, then walking out of the room.

While we were waiting, I was happy, until, all of a sudden, a great sadness came over me, almost bringing me to tears. Gaige just have felt it because he crossed the room and wrapped my in his arms, kissing my face. "What's wrong, babydoll?"

"I- I'm not sure. Probably just hormones."

A couple of minutes layer, the doctor, Dr. Angela Novak came in with a smile in her face. "Hello Aria, are you ready to hear your baby?"

"Yes please," I said with a smile. I laid back on the table and she lifted my shirt, placing a cold blue jelly on my stomach and started moving the little stick thing around. After a couple minutes she frowned. She moved it around some more and her face dropped. She looked over at me with sympathy.

My eyes welled with tears, already knowing what she was going to say. "No. No no no, please don't say it," I begged, the tears building so much that I could barely see her.

She shook her head. "There's no heart beat."