I Wasn't Born Without A Heart Novels & Stories

I would hate it if any harm come to her as a result of my bad decision I stood up from the bed I was lying down on and dragged my foot into the bathroom to take a long warm bath, I stayed in the shower, as the water drenched my skin in its splendor, that moment I wished that some sort of miracle could happen, that I did not have to go through the pain that was going to come. I was born with congenital heart disease, mum did not discover it in time, she thought it was a regular infant sickness as she tried using herbs and other self-made drugs to try and combat the infection.

I snatched them away from him and hurled them at Leina's face as she was on her knees trying to gather up the pieces of her shattered phone. ‘‘That's the copy of our birth certificate, Leina!’’ I said while clenching my teeth together. ‘‘And it stated in there that both of us were born healthy, and free from congenital disease! Now tell me, how the hell did you have a heart surgery?’’

I replied then pressed a kiss to his forehead. However, in spite of his precociousness, Aiden had a medical condition that hindered his ability to enjoy living like a child of his age. My son was born with congenital heart disease.

My heart raced as I clutched my phone, unable to shake the harrowing thoughts of what could happen to my mother. My mother suffered from a severe heart condition. There was a hole in her heart that weakened it with each passing day. The only hope for extending her life was a heart transplant. We searched tirelessly for a donor match, but unfortunately, none could be found. We were left with no choice but to rely on her medication to keep her alive.

After a traumatic c-section and more stitches than I can count, the nurses finally introduced me to my babies: two boys and two girls - for now at least. The smallest girl, only two-thirds the size of the other babies, is not long for this world. They told me as gently as they could, but there’s no softening this kind of blow. My youngest was born with a life-threatening heart condition, and even if she somehow survives, she has no werewolf features at all. That doesn’t matter to me of course, I would love her even if she was born with two heads. Unfortunately I probably won’t have the chance to love her for very long.

By the age of eleven, I finally knew everything. From the start, my parents wanted to have a son since they were always blessed with three daughters. The fourth try unfortunately didn’t work out. I was devastated when I learned that they tried to abort me. My second older sister, Sky, managed to convince them not to. But then I was born with a heart disease. Everything went downhill for me because of that.

She tried to sit up. “Understandable.” I grabbed her hand. “Why are you here” “Well I was sorta grabbed off the side of the road.” “Oh.” “Yeah, so your gonna survive this right?” “Of course. I’m the miracle child” “Uhm what?” “The newspapers called me that. When I was a baby I had a heart condition called ventricular fibrillation. My case was pretty bad so my parents got the best doctor in town to help me. But he said that I wouldn’t last a week. But here I am and Dr. Pantelli was wrong for the first time in his career. Newspapers got word of it you know how quickly word travels in Foxburg.”

"Oh... He's so cute" I admired and sat down beside him on the bed purring in satisfaction as my fingers ran through his thin brown silk hair. "It's so soft" I moaned in delight. I sized him up with my eyes, he was so perfect from head to toe. As I ran my eyes from his toe-up, I stopped at his chest. Everything about him was so perfect except one thing... His heart. He has a failing heart. He was first diagnosed with it when he was six. It was VSA or something like that. The doctors said he needed open-heart surgery, but I couldn't pay for it.

“I have; they can’t do anything more for him. They are at a loss for what to do. Said they’ve never seen anything like this in the werewolf community.” She cries out in pain, a mother unable to help her child is painful to watch. Our son was born with a heart defect, which we missed until he started to walk…the extra movement becoming an additional strain on his heart. He had a hole in his heart; the doctors call it a heart murmur…. something that was common in the human world, but not with werewolves. He was the future alpha, yet the doctors have stated he may never be able to shift, that my son may never be able to accept his wolf…the shift may be too much for his heart.

Sydney looked at Julien in amazement. Julien took a bite of the biscuit and chewed it slowly. "I have a congenital heart condition. I was born with a hole in my heart, and there was no way to repair it by surgery. When I was born, the doctors made it pretty clear that I wouldn't live to be twenty. But because my family was rich, and my parents were willing to pay for everything to save me. When I was twenty-four years old, I had a heart transplant." "Twenty-four years old…" Sydney's lips parted, "So that was six years ago?"