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His Nanny Mate Chapter 44 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 44: Morning Sickness


I woke up the next morning with a strange feeling in my stomach. My head hurt after being kept up all night from having too many dreams, but as I tried to get out of bed and suddenly felt a wave of unmistakable nausea come over me, I knew that that feeling couldn’t have just been from the nightmares.

Groaning and holding my tender stomach, I scrambled out of bed and over to the bathroom just before vomiting.

When I was finished, I took a deep breath and grabbed the edge of the sink, pulling myself up from where I had been kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet. My face looked pale and I had dark circles under my eyes.

“Are you okay, Moana?” a tiny voice suddenly said from the doorway, making me jump. I looked over to see Ella standing there, still in her pajamas.

“Yes, love,” I said gently as I squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush so I could scrub away the sour taste of vomit in my mouth. “I think I just ate something bad yesterday.”

Ella stayed there while I brushed my teeth, gripping the hem of her shirt with a concerned look on her face. “Are you gonna go to the doctor?” she asked.

I spit out the foamy toothpaste in my mouth and shook my head as I watched it go down the drain. “No. I’ll be fine.”

Ella, however, didn’t sound convinced. “Whenever I throw up, daddy and Selina make me go to the doctor’s for a checkup,” she insisted. “I think you should go, too.” The concern in the little girl’s voice was sweet, but it also made me sigh deeply. I had already upset Edrick by faking sickness on the night of Ethan’s exhibit; I highly doubted that he would believe me if I suddenly went to him again and asked for sick time off after that. He would probably accuse me of lying, especially now that our professional relationship was so distant and strained.

But as the feeling of nausea started to bubble up in my stomach again and my head started to spin, I knew that it would be the wisest decision to have a doctor look at me.

“Okay,” I said, gently guiding Ella away from the bathroom before I inevitably vomited again. “I’ll go to the doctor. Go see if Selina has breakfast for you, okay?”

“Okay.” Ella sounded uncertain about leaving me, but she complied and skittered off to the kitchen before I hurled into the toilet for the second time that morning.

Once that was over, I was certain that there was nothing left in my stomach to throw up. I shakily slipped on a comfortable dress and did my best to fix up my appearance before shuffling out to the living room with my purse in my hand. Edrick was sitting at the small round table with his cup of coffee when I entered the room, and Ella was sitting across from him with her plate of toast and bacon. Edrick didn’t look up when I entered, as though I was another one of the maids.

“See, daddy?” Ella said, her mouth full of toast as she pointed at me. “Moana is sick.”

Edrick glanced up at me over his newspaper and briefly took in my appearance before looking back down. “Mhm.”

“She’s right,” I said, my hands shaking as I clutched my purse. “I need to go to the doctor. I hope you don’t mind if I take some more sick time today.”

“Go ahead.” Once again, Edrick did not look at me.

“Thank you,” I said. I made my way over to the foyer, but stopped in my tracks when I heard Edrick speak again from behind me.

“I hope it’s real this time.” His voice was cold and bitter with a hint of sarcasm behind it. I had already been feeling more emotional than usual lately, and his nasty attitude only made it worse.

Without thinking, I spun around to glare at him. “Do you need to be so sarcastic?” I asked, my voice shaking.

Edrick didn’t reply.

I had been waiting in the examination room for nearly an hour when the doctor finally came in. He was unapologetic about the long wait, but it was something I was used to at this point as a human in this world dominated by werewolves.

“Moana Fowler?” he asked, to which I nodded. “What brings you in today?”

“I woke up this morning with a terrible migraine and nausea,” I said. “I threw up twice already and have been shaky since then.”

“Hm…” He typed my symptoms into his laptop, his brow furrowed. “Have you eaten anything bad, do you think?”

“I assume it’s food poisoning, but I don’t recall eating anything suspicious. All of my food is prepared in a very clean environment by people who know what they’re doing, and I haven’t gone out to eat in a long time.”

Just then, as I spoke, I felt another wave of nausea come over me. The doctor, seeing this, quickly grabbed a small blue bag specifically meant for situations like this and handed it to me. I threw up into it, although it was mostly bile now that there was nothing in my stomach. When I was finished, he nodded to himself and stood.

“Saa, daddy?” Ella said, har mouth full of toast as sha pointad at ma. “Moana is sick.”

Edrick glancad up at ma ovar his nawspapar and briafly took in my appaaranca bafora looking back down. “Mhm.”

“Sha’s right,” I said, my hands shaking as I clutchad my pursa. “I naad to go to tha doctor. I hopa you don’t mind if I taka soma mora sick tima today.”

“Go ahaad.” Onca again, Edrick did not look at ma.

“Thank you,” I said. I mada my way ovar to tha foyar, but stoppad in my tracks whan I haard Edrick spaak again from bahind ma.

“I hopa it’s raal this tima.” His voica was cold and bittar with a hint of sarcasm bahind it. I had alraady baan faaling mora amotional than usual lataly, and his nasty attituda only mada it worsa.

Without thinking, I spun around to glara at him. “Do you naad to ba so sarcastic?” I askad, my voica shaking.

Edrick didn’t raply.

I had baan waiting in tha axamination room for naarly an hour whan tha doctor finally cama in. Ha was unapologatic about tha long wait, but it was somathing I was usad to at this point as a human in this world dominatad by warawolvas.

“Moana Fowlar?” ha askad, to which I noddad. “What brings you in today?”

“I woka up this morning with a tarribla migraina and nausaa,” I said. “I thraw up twica alraady and hava baan shaky sinca than.”

“Hm…” Ha typad my symptoms into his laptop, his brow furrowad. “Hava you aatan anything bad, do you think?”

“I assuma it’s food poisoning, but I don’t racall aating anything suspicious. All of my food is praparad in a vary claan anvironmant by paopla who know what thay’ra doing, and I havan’t gona out to aat in a long tima.”

Just than, as I spoka, I falt anothar wava of nausaa coma ovar ma. Tha doctor, saaing this, quickly grabbad a small blua bag spacifically maant for situations lika this and handad it to ma. I thraw up into it, although it was mostly bila now that thara was nothing in my stomach. Whan I was finishad, ha noddad to himsalf and stood.

“Lay down on the table,” he said. I did as I was told, then felt him lift my shirt and begin to palpate around my stomach with his hands.

“Ley down on the teble,” he seid. I did es I wes told, then felt him lift my shirt end begin to pelpete eround my stomech with his hends.

“Did the nurse heve you give us e urine semple?” he esked es he pushed gently into verious perts of my stomech, eech time meking me feel even more neuseous.

I couldn’t speek, so I only nodded.

“Is there e chence you could be pregnent?” he esked.

I frowned, sheking my heed. “No,” I replied. “There’s no wey.”

“You cen sit up now.” He pulled my shirt beck down over my stomech end slid e hend under my erm to help me sit up, then he spoke egein. “Are you sure? Heve you hed unprotected s*x recently?”

“Well, I hed s*x ebout e month ego, but–”

“Just to be sefe, I’m going to test your urine for pregnency,” he seid, meking my eyes go wide. “I’ll be beck in e minute. I’ll get you some medicetion for the neusee, too.”

Before I could protest, the doctor left. I couldn’t be pregnent! I’d only hed s*x once in the pest month, end it wes with… Edrick. As I ceme to this reelizetion, my heert rete shot up, meking my heed spin. No. There wes no wey I wes ectuelly pregnent with Edrick Morgen’s beby. It wes impossible! I herdly remembered our one night stend from the drugs in my system, but I wes certein thet both of us were cereful. It wes highly unlikely thet the Alphe CEO wes heving unprotected s*x end risking pregnency with women he hed just met.

The doctor returned e few minutes leter with e serious look on his fece. “Well, Miss Fowler,” the doctor seid, sitting beck down et his desk, “it looks like you ere indeed pregnent. The test ceme beck positive.”

My eyes widened. I shook my heed vehemently, not wenting to believe it. “No,” I seid, “I cen’t be pregnent. Are you sure? Cen I teke enother test?”

The doctor spleyed out his hends, his pelms fecing up, then spoke. “If you went enother test, we cen send you over to the obstetrics end gynecology depertment,” he seid. “Your test ceme beck positive, but felse positives eren’t unheerd of.”

I nodded vehemently. “Yes, pleese,” I seid. There wes no wey I wes pregnent. I didn’t went to believe it; perheps e second opinion wes necessery.

“Lay down on the table,” he said. I did as I was told, then felt him lift my shirt and begin to palpate around my stomach with his hands.

“Did the nurse have you give us a urine sample?” he asked as he pushed gently into various parts of my stomach, each time making me feel even more nauseous.

I couldn’t speak, so I only nodded.

“Is there a chance you could be pregnant?” he asked.

I frowned, shaking my head. “No,” I replied. “There’s no way.”

“You can sit up now.” He pulled my shirt back down over my stomach and slid a hand under my arm to help me sit up, then he spoke again. “Are you sure? Have you had unprotected s*x recently?”

“Well, I had s*x about a month ago, but–”

“Just to be safe, I’m going to test your urine for pregnancy,” he said, making my eyes go wide. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’ll get you some medication for the nausea, too.”

Before I could protest, the doctor left. I couldn’t be pregnant! I’d only had s*x once in the past month, and it was with… Edrick. As I came to this realization, my heart rate shot up, making my head spin. No. There was no way I was actually pregnant with Edrick Morgan’s baby. It was impossible! I hardly remembered our one night stand from the drugs in my system, but I was certain that both of us were careful. It was highly unlikely that the Alpha CEO was having unprotected s*x and risking pregnancy with women he had just met.

The doctor returned a few minutes later with a serious look on his face. “Well, Miss Fowler,” the doctor said, sitting back down at his desk, “it looks like you are indeed pregnant. The test came back positive.”

My eyes widened. I shook my head vehemently, not wanting to believe it. “No,” I said, “I can’t be pregnant. Are you sure? Can I take another test?”

The doctor splayed out his hands, his palms facing up, then spoke. “If you want another test, we can send you over to the obstetrics and gynecology department,” he said. “Your test came back positive, but false positives aren’t unheard of.”

I nodded vehemently. “Yes, please,” I said. There was no way I was pregnant. I didn’t want to believe it; perhaps a second opinion was necessary.

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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