Werewolf

Stella shook her head. &quot;I'm not pregnant. My health is too fragile. It’s difficult for me to conceive.&quot;

 &quot;Ah, don’t say that!&quot; The nurse smiled brightly and led her to the office, where the doctor handed her a check-up form and instructed her to undergo the necessary tests.

 Stella sat in the chair, bored, waiting for the results when her phone rang. It was Anthony.

 &quot;Stella, it’s after hours. Where are you? Didn’t you go out for lunch with your assistant? She’s back, but you’re still not here.&quot;

 Anthony’s voice crackled through the receiver, filled with urgency and concern.

 &quot;I... I’m dealing with something. Can I take the rest of the day off?&quot; Stella bit her lip, unsure how to explain.

 &quot;What’s going on? Why won’t you tell me? Why did you ask your assistant instead?&quot; Anthony sounded frustrated now. &quot;Why won’t you share anythi

Stella’s face flushed a deep red. &quot;What do you mean, ‘pregnant women come first’? Really?&quot;

 Anthony smiled gently. &quot;Life is precious. Every life is a miracle, so we should treat it with the utmost care.&quot;

 &quot;...I will,&quot; Stella whispered, her hand resting on her still-flat stomach. She lowered her head, gazing softly at the spot, her eyes growing warmer with the thought.

 &quot;You’re a miracle too,&quot; Anthony said, squatting down to meet her gaze with a smile.

 Stella didn’t hear him, her focus still on her stomach.

 Anthony watched her, seeing the tenderness in her eyes as she looked down, his heart softening.

 How wonderful it would be if she were his... How much better if the child growing inside her were his as well.

 Knock knock.

 The sound of a knock at the door brought them both back to reality. They quickly distanced themselves from each oth

The next day.

 Stella woke up with aching muscles, her body stiff and sore. She tried to move, but the pain made her wince, and she clenched her teeth as she attempted to sit up.

 But her waist felt too weak, and she couldn’t summon the strength.

 She tried again a few more times, but all she managed to do was make herself more sore.

 In the end, she gave up and lay back on the bed, lost in thought.

 What was going on with her lately? Her energy was fading, and she felt exhausted all the time. The last time, she’d even fallen asleep at work and missed lunch.

 She scratched her head, trying to push the worries aside.

 Maybe it was just all the stress from everything that had happened recently. She had finally let herself relax, and now this was the result.

 She yawned.

 Eric came out of the bathroom and found her staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. Curious, he asked, “What’

Stella shook her head. &quot;I'm not pregnant. My health is too fragile. It’s difficult for me to conceive.&quot;

 &quot;Ah, don’t say that!&quot; The nurse smiled brightly and led her to the office, where the doctor handed her a check-up form and instructed her to undergo the necessary tests.

 Stella sat in the chair, bored, waiting for the results when her phone rang. It was Anthony.

 &quot;Stella, it’s after hours. Where are you? Didn’t you go out for lunch with your assistant? She’s back, but you’re still not here.&quot;

 Anthony’s voice crackled through the receiver, filled with urgency and concern.

 &quot;I... I’m dealing with something. Can I take the rest of the day off?&quot; Stella bit her lip, unsure how to explain.

 &quot;What’s going on? Why won’t you tell me? Why did you ask your assistant instead?&quot; Anthony sounded frustrated now. &quot;Why won’t you share anything with me? I’m your boss and your friend!&quot;

 &quot;Don’t be mad, Anthony. I just didn’t want y

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