Semua Bab The Mysterious Omega : Bab 141 - Bab 145

Ryan's POVThe day of the public event arrived sooner than I expected. Another pack had invited us to attend a formal gathering meant to strengthen ties and show unity. It was not just political. It was also a display. Alphas, mates, heirs, and allies would all be present. Appearances mattered.I stood in our room adjusting my jacket while Natasha finished dressing. Jayden was already ready, sitting on the bed with his toys spread around him. He was unusually calm, watching us with curious eyes.“You look tense.” Natasha said as she walked up to me.“This kind of event always comes with expectations.” I replied. “People watch everything.”She reached out and straightened my collar. “Let them watch.”I looked at her closely. She looked strong, confident, and calm. The woman standing in front of me was no longer weighed down by fear or doubt. She had grown into her place beside me fully.“You ready?” I asked.“Yes.” She said. “Jayden too.”I lifted Jayden into my arms, and he grabbed

Natasha's POVI woke up suddenly in the middle of the night with a sharp sickness rising in my chest. It came so fast that I barely had time to sit up. My hand flew to my mouth as I rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom.I barely made it to the toilet before throwing up heavily.My whole body shook as it happened again and again. My throat burned. Tears filled my eyes without me trying. I gripped the edge of the toilet, breathing hard, feeling weak and confused.“Natasha.”Ryan’s voice came immediately. He was already there, kneeling beside me, one hand holding my hair back, the other rubbing my back.“It’s okay,” He said softly. “I’m here.”I shook my head, unable to answer. Another wave came, and I threw up again. My stomach felt empty, but my body kept forcing more out. I felt helpless.Ryan reached for a towel and wiped my mouth gently when it finally stopped.“Easy,” He said. “Take slow breaths.”“I don’t know what’s wrong,” I whispered. “It won’t stop.”“We’ll figure it

Ryan's POVAnd I meant it. Over the next week, I learned Natasha's new routine. She threw up almost every morning, sometimes multiple times. The smell of certain foods made her sick. Coffee, which she used to love, now sent her running to the bathroom.I started getting up early to make her dry toast and ginger tea. I kept crackers on her nightstand. I learned which foods she could tolerate and which ones she couldn't even look at."I feel useless," Natasha said one morning, lying on the couch with a cold cloth on her forehead."I can barely function."I sat down on the floor beside her, taking her hand. "You're not useless. You're creating life. That takes everything you've got.""I'm supposed to be taking care of Jayden and the house and-""And I'm here to help with all of that," I interrupted. "That's what I'm for. You focus on taking care of yourself and the baby. I'll handle everything else."Tears filled her eyes. "You're being so good about this.”"Natasha, this is our baby. O