Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

“I’ve had considerable practice these past several months,” I said, echoing what I’d told Damon weeks earlier, something wry beneath the truth of it.

We sat together for a while longer, the conversation gradually softening into something gentler, more comfortable, and I felt genuine gratitude for this quiet, honest exchange despite my continued physical discomfort, understanding how much Sarah had needed someone to actually witness and validate this complicated, vulnerable process she was navigating.

A sharp, sudden cramp gripped my stomach, and I winced, pressing a hand against my belly, breath catching slightly at the unexpected intensity of it.

“Evelyn?” Sarah’s expression shifted immediately to concern. “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” I said, though the discomfort lingered, sharper now than the general nausea I’d been managing throughout the morning. “Just a cramp, probably. I’ve been having some pain since last night, though I assumed it was just typical pregnancy discomfort.”

“How sharp was that,” she asked, her voice carrying careful, practical concern now rather than her earlier emotional vulnerability.

“Fairly sharp,” I admitted, still catching my breath slightly. “But it’s already easing.”

“I think we should have you seen anyway,” Sarah said, already standing, practical urgency replacing her earlier tears. “Just to make sure everything’s alright, given how stressful these past several weeks have genuinely been.”

I nodded, understanding the wisdom in that despite my own instinct to simply dismiss the discomfort as ordinary pregnancy symptoms, and Sarah moved quickly to arrange for the healers, her earlier emotional vulnerability temporarily set aside in favor of immediate, practical care.

Damon arrived home a short while later, having been contacted by Sarah about the situation, his expression tight with immediate concern as he rushed toward me.

“Are you okay,” he asked, kneeling beside my chair, taking my hand carefully.

“I think so,” I said, though the lingering discomfort remained present, uncomfortable but manageable. “Just some cramping, probably normal pregnancy symptoms given everything else happening.”

“The healers are coming to check her properly,” Sarah said, her voice steady despite the earlier emotion I’d witnessed from her.

Damon nodded, though worry remained evident in his tense posture, and I appreciated his immediate, genuine concern despite everything else currently demanding his attention with the ongoing search for Genevieve.

The healers arrived within the hour, examining me carefully, and eventually confirmed what I’d suspected- stress and exhaustion contributing to some mild, though uncomfortable, pregnancy symptoms, nothing genuinely concerning about the baby’s continued development, though they emphasized strongly the importance of actually managing my stress levels more carefully given everything ongoing.

“Easier said than done,” I admitted once they’d finished, watching Damon’s relief mixing with continued worry about the practical challenge of actually reducing stress amid everything still frightening and unresolved.

“We’ll figure out ways to help,” he said firmly. “More rest, less involvement in the immediate crisis coordination, whatever actually helps protect you and the baby properly.”

I nodded, though genuine reluctance remained about fully stepping back from active involvement, understanding

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simultaneously the wisdom in prioritizing my own health and the baby’s genuine safety over continued active participation in every aspect of our ongoing crisis management.

Sarah remained close throughout the examination, her earlier vulnerability now folded back into practical, attentive care, though I caught her eyes occasionally, understanding some unspoken acknowledgment passing between us about the earlier conversation we’d shared.

“Thank you,” she said quietly, once the healers had departed and Damon had stepped away briefly to update his father on my condition. “For listening earlier, for helping me actually process everything I’ve been carrying about Robert.”

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