Chapter 2

Hazel's POV

Thirty minutes later, I sat on the examination table, still very shaken from the near accident. My hands rested on my stomach as if to reassure myself that everything was fine. When the door opened, I glanced up and my mouth fell open in surprise.

It was the same man who had just saved me in the parking lot. As if I needed him to be any closer to me.

“Looks like we meet again,” he said, stepping inside with a clipboard in hand. “Though I have to say, I prefer seeing my patients in a hospital room rather than under the wheels of a car.”

I let out a breathy laugh. “Trust me, I prefer it this way too.”

He smiled, pulling up a stool to sit across from me. His white lab coat had an insignia of a wolf's head on it, along with 'WolfCare General Hospital' written below it in blue lettering. “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. My name is Dr. Whyte.”

His surname confirmed what I had read on his badge, but now that I was looking at him properly, I couldn’t shake the strange familiarity he carried.

“You’re new here,” I inclined my head. “I’ve been here thrice already, and I'm sure I've never seen you before.”

“Well, I just transferred here last week,” he said, flipping through my chart. “I usually work in emergency, but they needed an extra set of hands in obstetrics today.”

“Lucky me, I guess,” I murmured.

He glanced up in amusement. “Lucky indeed.”

A knock on the door interrupted our conversation. A nurse entered, holding a file. She gave me a smile and revealed fangs.

“Mrs Marshall's test results,” she announced, handing them to Dr. Whyte before stepping back.

I adjusted anxiously. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I would find out more about the tiny life growing inside me.

Dr. Whyte scanned the document, his brow lifting slightly. “Well?” I pressed him. "Is something wrong?"

"Quite the opposite." He looked up and grinned. “Congratulations, Mrs Marshall. You’re having twins.”

My heart jumped for joy and a laugh bubbled out of me. “Twins?”

He nodded. “Two strong heartbeats. Looks like your little scare outside didn’t faze them one bit.”

Tears gathered in my eyes again, but for the first time in a while, they weren’t from sadness. “That’s amazing!”

Dr. Whyte smiled. “I’d say double the joy, but I hear it’s also double the trouble.”

I chuckled, pressing a hand to my stomach. “I think I’ll take it.”

He stood and set the file aside. “I have other patients to see, but rest here for five minutes before you leave, alright? Just to be safe.”

I nodded. He gave me a brief nod in return before walking out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I should have been ecstatic, and yes, I was. But the happiness was also filled with longing.

I waited for twenty minutes instead of the five minutes I was told. I found myself glancing at the door, hoping and waiting for Blaine to show up. I needed to share this good news with him, but he didn’t come.

Minutes passed and still, nothing.

Eventually, I pushed myself up from the table. My feet carried me out of the room, down the hallway and toward the exit. And just as I stepped into the hospital foyer, I spotted Dr. Whyte standing near the entrance, hands in his pockets, waiting.

He caught my eyes and walked toward me.

“Before you go,” he pressed something into my hand. I looked down, unfolding my fingers to find a small pack of chocolate.

Frowning, I looked back up at him. “Is this a joke?”

He shook his head. “It’s wonder chocolate. Specially prescribed to improve your mood.”

I huffed a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “That’s not an actual medical term.”

“No, but it works,” he said lightly. “I know you're sad, Mrs Marshall. I noticed you kept looking at the door during your check-up. Like you were waiting for someone who never came.”

My stomach twisted. He wasn’t wrong.

“I just thought,” he continued, “maybe this would help a little.”

Something warm spread through me. Not attraction, not quite. Just appreciation for this doctor.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Dr. Whyte nodded, then turned and walked down the hall. I smiled as I watched him go. I turned to leave, but the second I did, I stopped in my tracks.

Standing near the front desk was Blaine, and beside him was Eloise. My younger sister.

She was checking out at the desk. Her back was turned to me, but Blaine was staring right at me. His face was dark and his hands were fisted at his sides.

Then, in an instant, he was moving towards me.

I barely had time to react before he stormed up to me. He grabbed my wrist so hard that I gasped.

“Who the hell is he?!”