Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Browsing through the maternity section made everything feel surreal. Tiny outfits hung on racks, each a reminder of the life growing inside me. I trailed my hand over a little onesie, imagining my baby wearing it. I hadn't planned on being here, in this aisle, pregnant and alone, but here I was. And somehow, despite everything, I was managing. "Look at this one," Indy said, holding up a pair of tiny overalls with a smile. She had been my rock through all of this. We were in Statesboro, far enough away from Augusta that I let myself relax a little. No one knew me here. No one would look at me and see Castor Roman's runaway Luna. I could just be Lila, a pregnant woman preparing for her baby. "Those are adorable," I said, reaching out to feel the fabric. It was soft, so perfect for a newborn. I imagined my baby in them, snuggled in my arms, safe and warm. For a moment, the reality of my situation faded, and I allowed myself to feel happy. Indy nudged me with her elbow. "You're go

I was staring at the cold white ceiling. My hands rested protectively over my stomach, every breath slow and careful. The doctor had been in moments ago. I hadn't lost the baby. Not yet. But that didn't mean everything was okay."You're under too much stress," the doctor said. "If you don't take care of yourself, there's a risk to the pregnancy. Rest. No more strain."Yeah right.I exhaled, trying to focus on anything else. My chest felt tight, and I couldn't push away the image of what might have happened. Of what could still happen.Linc knocked on the door and stepped inside."How are you feeling?" he asked.I turned my head away, biting back everything I wanted to say. How was I feeling? Terrified. Exhausted. Like the world was slowly caving in. But none of that mattered. I just wanted my baby to be okay."The baby's fine," I whispered. "For now."He shifted awkwardly near the door, his usual confidence nowhere to be seen.I pulled myself up into a sitting position, wincing

The kitchen buzzed with the usual morning rush, and I moved between the stove and the counter, plating pancakes and eggs and pouring syrup. And pretending not to notice Cast sitting at the counter again. He'd shown up like clockwork for two weeks, always in the same spot, ordering the same thing. Pancakes with whipped topping and fruit. I hated that it reminded me of when we were together, but I didn't show it. I couldn't. Not in front of him.The worst part wasn't his silent presence, it was the tips. He left outrageous amounts every morning, more than the diner earned daily. At first, I refused them and told the waitress to give them back or keep them herself, but Castor made it impossible to refuse. I ended up taking the money, using it to buy things for the baby. Diapers, clothes, toys. It felt like child support before the baby was even born.I tried to ignore him, focusing on the orders in front of me, but the stress of seeing him every day was eating away at me. My body

I couldn't get rid of Castor. Every morning, he showed up at the diner. Every single morning, like clockwork, there he was, sitting at the counter. Watching. By the time my shift ended today, the dizziness hit me hard. I grabbed the edge of the counter, trying to steady myself, but my legs felt shaky, like they couldn't hold me up any longer. Castor noticed, of course. He was at my side in seconds. "Lila, sit down. You need to rest." I pulled my hand back. "I'm fine." "You're not fine." He didn't back off, his presence pressing in on me. "You don't understand the strain carrying an alpha's baby puts on you. You need to take better care of yourself." I didn't have the energy to fight. He guided me to a table, practically forcing me into a chair. My head pounded, the dizziness refusing to ease up. "Let's eat lunch," Castor said, settling into the seat across from me. "You'll feel better if you eat. Trust me." "I don't trust you," I shot back, pushing my hair away from my face.

Linc sat beside me on the hospital bed, our hands loosely intertwined. I leaned against the pillows, trying to focus on him, but everything felt heavy. The court case, the constant stress, and now Castor's endless games had worn me down. Linc had been here for hours, refusing to leave my side since I collapsed at the courthouse. I appreciated him for it, even if I couldn't fully express it.He paused. "Are you okay?""I'm fine," I replied, trying to manage a smile. "Just tired."Before Linc could respond, Cast walked in. His eyes locked on where Linc's hand resting in mine. I pulled my hand back, but it was too late. "What the hell is this?" Castor growled."Not now," I muttered, the exhaustion seeping into every word. "Please."Linc stood up, moving in front of me to shield me from whatever was about to come next. "She doesn't need this right now. You're going to upset her more.""I'm upsetting her?" Cast barked. "You're sitting here holding her hand like you're something more than