Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

“For how long,” I asked. “Pregnancy isn’t exactly something that stays hidden indefinitely, Damon. Eventually it becomes obvious, regardless of how carefully we try to protect the information.”

“I know,” he said, sitting back slightly, clearly turning over the practical implications alongside the emotional weight of everything. “We’ll figure out timing, figure out exactly how to balance genuine caution with actually celebrating this pregnancy the way it deserves to be celebrated.”

I appreciated his steady, practical approach even as the underlying fear remained present, understanding he was trying genuinely to hold both realities-the joy of this unexpected pregnancy and the legitimate danger still surrounding our family-without letting either one entirely overshadow the other.

“Are you happy,” I asked quietly, needing to understand his genuine reaction beneath the immediate, practical concerns. “About the pregnancy itself, I mean, separate from everything else complicated surrounding it.”

Something soft and genuine crossed his face at that question, his hand moving instinctively to rest gently against my still-flat stomach. “Completely happy,” he said, his voice thick with genuine emotion.” Scared, yes, given everything else happening right now. But genuinely, completely happy about this baby, about growing our family further, especially after everything we’ve worked so hard to rebuild together.”

Something in my chest eased slightly at that, grateful for his honest, unguarded joy despite the complicated timing, and I leaned into him again, allowing myself finally to feel some of the genuine happiness beneath the overwhelming fear.

“I love you,” I said quietly, the words arriving easily now, no longer requiring the careful deliberation they once had. “And I love this baby already, even though I’m terrified about what it means, bringing new life into everything happening right now.”

“I love you too,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss against my forehead. “And I love this baby too, completely, regardless of how frightening the timing feels right now.”

We sat together for a while longer, the immediate shock slowly giving way to something more settled, more genuinely hopeful despite the underlying fear still present, before Damon finally helped me up, guiding me gently toward the living room where we could actually process everything more fully.

“I should call the healer,” I said eventually, practical concerns beginning to surface alongside the emotional processing. “Schedule an actual appointment, confirm everything properly, make sure the pregnancy is developing normally given how much stress I’ve been under these past several weeks.”

“I’ll make the arrangements,” Damon said immediately. “Today, if possible. I want to make sure both you and the baby are actually healthy, especially given everything you’ve been dealing with.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, Willow eventually waking from her nap and joining us, entirely unaware of the significant news her parents were still carefully processing, and I found myself, despite the underlying fear and complicated circumstances, allowing genuine joy to settle more fully into my chest-joy about this new pregnancy, about the family we were continuing to build together despite everything that had once threatened to permanently destroy any possibility of it.

Whatever challenges still remained ahead-Genevieve’s continued, unresolved threat, the practical complications of protecting a pregnancy amid genuine danger, the difficult questions about how to balance caution with actually celebrating this unexpected blessing-I understood, watching Damon interact gently with Willow while occasionally glancing toward me with warm, protective attention, that we would face all of it together, exactly the way we’d been steadily, patiently learning to do throughout these past several transformative months.