An Heir for the Billionaire Werebears(11)

I went to bed after drinking a glass of water with the pills.

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When I woke up, something was wet between my thighs. Oh, I started my period.


When I came fully awake, my eyes snapped open. I wasn't supposed to have my period. I was pregnant. I was miscarrying. Why had I trusted my midnight logic?

"Asher!" I screamed. "Xavier!"

They both came running into my room, both naked. They saw the blood that soaked my sheets.

"Oh my god!" Asher said. "We have to get you to a hospital." Xavier ran to his room to call, and I could hear his deep voice over there. Asher carried me into the bathroom, as if washing the bloodbath off of me could stop my body from losing our baby.

I cried, wailing loudly, and I could see the news hit Asher like a hammer.

He left me in the shower to go to my closet to get a dress. It was a simple black cotton one.

"I need to get a pad," I said. I wasn't ashamed right now. I was bleeding everywhere. I went to my suitcase, dripping some blood onto my carpet, and I tried not to be utterly devastated.

I put my pad in a set of my underwear, and I got dressed.

"Driving you to the hospital is going to be faster than waiting for an ambulance. Let's go." Xavier's car keys were in his hand.

We went to the hospital. The mood in the luxurious car was absolutely somber, like a black cloud had eaten us. I wasn't crying now. I just felt numb. How could I lose my baby so fast?

My beautiful baby.

Asher's arm was around me. Xavier was driving, while the two of us were in the back seat. I stared out the window in a haze.

When we got to the emergency room, they made me sit there and wait for a doctor. I told them that I was in the process of miscarrying, but they did not care. They wanted to see my insurance. I had only just gotten a policy, but Xavier and Asher had taken care of it. I sat there, feeling my body crumbling inside.

Finally, I got into an examination room. There was a nurse who took my vitals and an intake interview. Then, there was a doctor. I hated the sharp smell of the chemicals that they used in hospitals. The fluorescent lights were harsh, unflattering. I didn't want to be here.

"Let's see, hmm?" the doctor said. No hello, no how are you, no what's the problem. I was flat on the examination table as he checked my blood flow between my legs. "That does seem to be consistent with a spontaneous abortion."

"Abortion?" Asher asked. "It's a miscarriage."

"That's the medical terminology," the doctor answered smoothly, calmly. He didn't give a damn about my baby. Our baby. Our cub. We were only a frantic trio of people marching into the ER looking for help. It didn't mean that we had to find it.

"There's nothing for it. Just wait it out."

"You can't save the baby?" I asked. "Please. I want this baby."

He shook his head. "It's already too far gone."

I barely noticed the tears running down my face. Xavier and Asher went to hold me. The doctor took off his latex gloves with a snapping sound and washed his hands carefully in the sink. "Go home."

Xavier took care of the money while Asher pushed me in a wheelchair back to the car. The nurses had not stopped him when he commandeered one. I was glad. I felt so fragile, like I was made out of ice that could melt or shatter at any second. I felt a deep, dark pit inside of me where a little life used to be.

Our car was dead silent as we drove home.

I went up to my room. I didn't want to talk to them. I didn't want to talk to anyone.

Asher came into my room. "Baby, it's ok. We'll have another chance. You're young. Healthy. We can try."

I started sobbing, drinking in great gulps of air as I cried. He wrapped his big body around mine.

"It's my fault," I confessed. "I took one of those stupid pills that Jayce gave me. I thought they would help with my morning sickness."

I felt a jolt go through his body and looked up at his face. "Jayce did this?" His face settled in hard lines.

"Xavier!"

Xavier came into my room. His face was still and grim. "What is it?"

"It was those f*cking pills," Asher said. "She thought they would cure her morning sickness."

"Oh, no," Xavier said. "We should have destroyed them as soon as their evil entered this house. I'll send them to the lab to get tested. I'll drive there now and be there when they open their doors." Xavier went back to his room and put on clothes. I could hear the jingle of his keys as he ran down the stairs to his car and the slam of the cabinet door where those accursed pills were.

I felt terrible. I turned to Asher. "You shouldn't have chosen me. I accidentally killed my baby. And for what? Just so that I would stop throwing up? I was already a terrible mother, so terrible that I killed my baby before it was even born." I buried my face in my hands.

"Shh," he said. "It's ok. Did you know a third of first pregnancies miscarry in the first trimester?"


I sniffled and looked up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's your first baby. It's ok." He kissed my cheek. "You'll heal. It'll be fine."

My miscarriage lasted two days. Two long days of finding blood in the toilet. Two long days of beating myself up for being the worst. For being too stupid. For trusting that people were who they said they were.