Pursuing My Rejected Alpha

229 It’s A Boy

Ronan climbed out of the driver’s seat, looking as handsome as a god. He flashed the hysterical crowd a dazzling smile before he went around to help Lillian.

Clutching her pregnant belly with one hand, Lillian took Ronan’s outstretched hand with the other and got out of the car gracefully.

The beautiful couple smiled and waved at the ecstatic crowd all the way from the car to the hospital building.

Inside the hospital, they still had to play a happy couple, whispering sweet nothings to each other to mimic every other expecting couple in the hospital. Nurses, doctors, and visitors alike threw them envious glances. Just what they expected to see after putting up a convincing performance.

When the two werewolves finally reached the VIP examination room that was reserved only for rich mothers, they were beyond exhausted.

“I never knew that smiling could be so tiring,” Ronan complained while rubbing at his jaw. “I think I dislocated my jaw from grinning too much.”

Next to him, Lillian clicked with her tongue.

“That’s because you Alphas are unfriendly by nature,” Lillian quipped. “Imagine having to drag ten kilograms of weight through all of that every single day. Then please come and tell me again about how exhausted you are.”

Ronan rolled with his eyes.

.....

“Where did the temptress from a few months ago go? When did you turn into such a...?”

Lillian put both hands at her waist, cocked her head to the side, and sneered, “A what? A bitch?”

Ronan’s lips were pulled into a self-sufficient smile.

“I wanted to say an infuriating banshee, but I guess that one also fits the bill.”

Cracking her fingers menacingly in Ronan’s direction, Lillian glared at Ronan.

“Alpha Ronan, are you looking for a fight?”

Ronan chuckled.

“No, of course not. When is your flexible Ob-Gyn coming, by the way?”

Just as Ronan finished popping his question, the door swung open and an attractive middle-aged woman with a layered bob hairstyle walked in.

“Well, well, well,” she said while pushing her glasses up her nose.

The woman looked Ronan up and down, her gaze full of prejudice. “You finally deigned to show up, father of the baby.”

Ronan forced himself to smile.

He extended a hand toward the woman in front of him. ” Nice to finally meet you, Dr... Uh...”

“Collins,” she snapped, only touching Ronan’s hand briefly in passing.

If Ronan did not know better, he would think that Lillian hired one of her fans to be her Ob-Gyn.

“I encourage couples to come together to examinations, but since things are the way they are,” Dr. Collins made superfluous hand gestures in order to not have to finish what she wanted to say.

“Okay, are we ready to find out the gender of the baby?”

Dr. Collins fixed Ronan with a sharp gaze.

“Miss Woodland did not want it to be revealed unless you were here to experience it with her.”

“...”

Oh, really?

Lillian blinked at Ronan coquettishly, a shy smile spreading across her beautiful face.

“I am sorry for the inconvenience,” Ronan said with a scary smile. “Thank you for waiting until I can make it, Lillian.”

“Anytime for our baby, Ronan,” Lillian said with a wink.

“Alright, let’s proceed with the examination. Miss Woodland, go lie on the bed for me.”

Dr. Collins helped Lillian to her feet and guided her to the bed. Her bulging belly was then exposed to the air and a glob of cold gel was rubbed all over it.

Dr. Collins then pressed the ultrasound device on Lillian’s belly. Both women directed their gazes at the ultrasound machine screen.

On the black-and-white screen, the fetus could be seen.

“It is twenty weeks old now, about the size of a banana. Very healthy, no abnormalities at all.”

Dr. Collins turned to look at Lillian.

“Have you experienced anything unnatural in the past week?”

“None,” Lillian said, her eyes were still glued to the screen. “He is very active, kicked me a lot in the past few days.”

“Mhm, and the heartbeat is very strong too. Aaaaand...”

Dr. Collins squinted at the screen for a while before she announced dramatically, “It’s a boy.”

Lillian turned pale right away. Her lips started to tremble and she broke into tears.

“Oh, my!” Dr. Collins shouted. “Miss Woodland, Mr. Silverback, congratulations! You two are having a precious little prince!”

Ronan pursed his lips.

Dr. Collins was so used to seeing pregnant women shed tears of happiness. It did not even cross her mind that Lillian might be sad because she was having a boy and not a girl.

“Dr. Collins, can you excuse us for a moment?” Ronan asked.

“What? Oh, of course!”

Dr. Collins left hurriedly with a huge smile on her face. On the bed, Lillian covered her face with both hands and sobbed pitifully.

“It will be fine,” Ronan tried to comfort her. “Why does it matter, boy or girl? It is all going to be over in four months, right?”

Lillian lifted her head and hiccuped.

That was what she said, but no one could predict the future.

“I am scared,” she confessed.

“I act strong and brave, but I am so scared. For myself and my baby. All I want to do is give birth safely but even that is too much asked.”

Ronan approached the bed and took Lillian’s hand into his.

“You will give birth safely. And then you will be together with the father of your baby. It is what you want, right?”

Unexpectedly, Lillian broke into a burst of mocking laughter.

“I don’t think that I will have that kind of fairytale ending.”

“Don’t you love that man?” Ronan furrowed his brows. “Don’t you want to tell him that you two have a baby together?”

“Of course I do,” Lillian whispered.

She rubbed her belly thoughtfully. “If I don’t love him, why would I want to carry his baby?”

“Then...”

“But we can never be together,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her pearly cheeks. “He hates me.”

Ronan sighed. He reached out and patted Lillian’s head while the latter cried her eyes out.