“You’re about seven weeks pregnant,” the doctor said, flipping the tablet around to show them the ultrasound image.


    Emery stared at the screen, blinking once, then again. It looked more like a tiny blob than anything else, but the shape was there. Small, curved. Real. She swallowed.


    Logan sat beside her, one hand resting on her thigh. He didn’t speak, but he leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on the screen.


    “It’s still very small,” the doctor continued. “Right now, the embryo is about the size of a blueberry. But we can see early cardiac activity here-very faint, but consistent.”


    Emery’s fingers curled around the edge of the exam table. “So it’s really… happening?”


    “Yes,” the doctor said. “You’re definitely pregnant. And everything looks healthy so far. Hormones are rising steadily. Uterus looks good. centa is forming normally.”


    Emery nodded slowly. She had taken seven tests-maybe more. All positive. But this was different.


    This was proof. This was someone in a white coat pointing at a screen and saying, yes, it’s real. The procedure was indeed a sess!


    She shifted slightly on the table. “But I don’t feel that pregnant.”


    “That’smon,” the doctor replied. “Symptoms vary. Some women feel everything-nausea, fatigue, sensitivity. Others barely feel a thing early on. You mentioned some nausea?”


    “Yeah,” Emery said. “Mostly in the morning. Andte at night. And… I think I’m being a bit more


    emotional.”


    “Keep track of that. Try small meals, more often. And rest when you can.”


    Logan finally spoke. “Is she okay to travel?”


    The doctor nced at him, then back at the chart. “Light travel is fine, but I wouldn’t push anything. long haul right now. She’s healthy, but the first trimester is always delicate. Prioritize rest. Hydration. No heavy lifting. And avoid unnecessary stress.”


    Emery huffed quietly. “That’s not exactly possible.”


    The doctor gave a small nod. Then try to find bnce. Schedule your follow-up in two weeks. And if you notice any bleeding, cramping, or anything abnormal, call immediately.”


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    “Got it,” Emery said, then looked back at the screen. “Can we get a copy?”


    “Of course.”


    The doctor printed a small photo and handed it over. Emery stared at it, then felt Logan’s hand gently


    cover hers.


    “Our kid,” he said quietly before he looked at her. “I will be staying to talk to the doctor for a bit. Wait for me outside.”


    Emery said nothing. She was still so high up there, she was in no mood to argue right now.


    The moment Emery left, Logan’s expression immediately changed.


    Logan waited until the door clicked shut behind Emery before turning fully toward the doctor. His posture shifted. Rxed lines disappeared. Focus settled in.


    “Are we good?” he asked.


    The doctor leaned back on her stool, arms crossed. “Aside from you impregnating a human, we are all good, Mr. Hayes.”


    “You shouldn’t underestimate a werewolf’s pup,” she added.


    Logan’s eyes narrowed. “I meant her. My wife.”


    The doctor chuckled. “Wife? I didn’t know the great Rogue King would call someone that.”


    His face darkened. He didn’t respond.


    “No need to get defensive,” the doctor said, tapping her tablet. “She’s healthy. Very much so, actually. Which is surprising.”


    Logan stayed silent.


    The doctor continued. “Especially considering… she’s human.”


    “I know what that means,” Logan said.


    “Then you also know this shouldn’t be going smoothly,” the doctor added. “A human’s body wasn’t built to carry a werewolf’s child, Not withoutplications. Not without risk.”


    Logan’s jaw tightened. He knew this already-had known it from the start. That was why he’d been handling everything the way he had. Calm. Human. Structured. The marriage. The proposal. The ridiculous dinner conversations. It wasn’t for show. It was strategy.


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    He needed her to feel normal. Safe. Unburdened. Taking her was a mistake but it was the only thing that he could do to make her agree to stay with him.


    Because if she started connecting the dots-if she realized what was really happening inside her-she might start to panic. And panic was thest thing her body could handle.


    Logan never believed he owed anyone anything. But this? This wasn’t a minor oversight. This wasn’t just bad timing.


    This was a mistake that could kill her.


    His mistake. His biology. His carelessness.


    And if something went wrong-if her body began to reject the pregnancy as it had in others–there would be no undoing it. No second chances.


    It could kill her.


    And Logan had alreadye to terms with that. From the moment he sensed what she was carrying, he knew the odds. He knew how this usually ended. A human body wasn’t built to sustain it. The chances of survival-for either of them-were nearly nonexistent.


    Still, he went through with it.


    The marriage. The arrangements. The public im. He didn’t do it out of ignorance or desperation. He did it knowing exactly what it meant.


    A werewolf marrying a human was already rare. A Rogue King marrying one? Unheard of. Others would see it as reckless-stupid, even.


    But Logan was no ordinary wolf. There was nothing about his existence that followed rules or


    tradition.


    Normal didn’t apply to him. It never had.


    “In most cases, the pregnancy doesn’tst past the first trimester,” the doctor said. “Three months, at best. The mutation is too much for a human immune system. The body rejects it. Sometimes violently.”


    Logan’s gaze dropped to the tablet.


    “She’s seven weeks along,” the doctor said. “And she’s not showing any symptoms.”


    Logan looked up again. “None?”


    “None,” the doctor confirmed. “No spotting. No fevers. No drops in blood pressure. No weakness. In fact, her readings are more stable than most human pregnancies I’ve seen. Blood sugar? Perfect. Iron


    levels? Normal. Hormone bnce? On track.”


    Logan stood still.


    “In past cases I’ve treated, humans usually showed early symptoms by week six. Fatigue was so extreme they couldn’t get out of bed. By week eight,a. Massive blood loss. Sometimes seizures. And that’s when the fetus was only half-shifter.”


    “She doesn’t even know,” Logan muttered.


    The doctor shrugged. “She’ll figure it out soon enough.”


    Logan stayed quiet, jaw clenched.


    “She’s strong,” the doctor added. “And not just emotionally. Her body’s doing something it shouldn’t be able to do. That alone tells me she’s not an average human.”


    Logan said nothing for several seconds. Then, quietly, “What are you saying?”


    “I’m saying,” the doctor said, setting the tablet down. “You need to keep a closer eye on her. This pregnancy is too normal. That’s the problem. It’s so textbook, it’s unnatural.”


    Logan didn’t respond. He turned his head slightly, as if tracking the sound of her footsteps outside the


    door.


    “I’ll need more samples next time,” the doctor added. “Blood, maybe some tissue, if we can get it.”


    He nodded once.


    “Until then, don’t let her out of your sight.”


    “I wasn’t nning to,” Logan said before he turned and walked out.