Chapter 289 In Switzerland

Chapter 289: Chapter 289 In Switzerland

Emilia’s POV

Sebastian snorted. "If you’re that paranoid, don’t leave. Stay home and keep an eye on me yourself."

I wanted to. I would never have gone anywhere if I didn’t have to. I wanted to stand beside this man until we were both old and gray. But I couldn’t tell him that. Not yet.

The plane lifted off, and every mile between us felt like a small betrayal. I was flying to a foreign country with all my hope packed into a single suitcase.

The flight to Zurich felt endless. Mila had booked a hotel ahead of time, and on the drive from the airport her phone rang. I only caught her half of it, but I knew right away it was about me. My tests.

"Was that your friend?" I asked quietly after she hung up.

"Dr. Vogel, yes. She wanted to know if we’d landed. She offered to take us to dinner tonight."

"Why did you turn her down?"

"Because you’ve been on a plane for nine hours and you look half dead, sweetheart. Rest first. You’ll need your strength for the appointment."

"Thank you." I meant it. The last thing I wanted was to smile through dinner with a stranger.

The truth was, I still hadn’t let go of Sebastian, not even in my head. I hadn’t slept properly in days, and once I finally hit the pillow I dropped like a stone, straight through to noon the next day. What woke me was my phone buzzing against the nightstand. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ

It was Sebastian. Which made no sense, because back in Silverlake it was the middle of the night.

"Hey," I mumbled. "You okay?"

"What are you doing?" His voice was rough, low, but gentle.

"Sleeping. Obviously."

"At noon? Are you sick?"

"No, just wrecked. Jet lag." I sat up, pushing my hair out of my face. "The real question is why you’re awake at three in the morning."

"I missed you."

I couldn’t help the smile. "We’ve been apart, what, one day?"

"And I have no idea how I’m supposed to survive the rest of them."

"Well, however miserable you get, you don’t go near Abigail. Or you’ll regret it when I’m home."

"Understood." He went quiet for a beat, and something in the silence made my stomach tighten.

"Emilia." His tone shifted. "Whatever happens, I chose you. I’m not letting you go, not for the rest of my life. No matter what comes, I’ll love you. That’s a promise."

I froze. "Where is this coming from? You’re freaking me out."

For one panicked second I wondered if he knew.

"Just a whim," he said. "Maybe it was the dream I had."

"What dream?"

"That you misunderstood something between me and Abigail. That you wanted to leave, and no matter how I tried to explain, you wouldn’t believe me."

I laughed softly, though my throat had gone tight. "It was a dream, Sebastian. Dreams aren’t real."

"I know they’re not. But I still wanted to say it. I’m calm, I’m clear-headed, and I don’t regret a single thing. I love you."

My eyes stung. "Me too."

I hung up and went to find Mila in the sitting room of our suite. "Did you say something to Sebastian?"

She looked up. "No. Why?"

"He just called. His voice sounded... off."

"You’re reading into it, sweetheart." She patted the cushion beside her. "Nobody knows why we’re really here except the two of us. Sebastian just misses you. That’s all."

"Maybe." But I sat down slowly, not entirely convinced.

The next day, we went to the clinic. Dr. Vogel turned out to be an older woman with kind, steady eyes, not so different from Mila herself. Her office walls were lined with framed certificates and photographs, dozens of them, and I let my gaze travel across every one, looking for a reason to hope.

"So this is your daughter-in-law," she said warmly, clasping Mila’s hands.

From the way they talked, I gathered Dr. Vogel had spent thirty years in fertility medicine, treating both humans and wolves across the pack territories. She had a reputation as one of the best in Europe. Somewhere in that conversation, my confidence flickered back to life.

"Emilia," she said, turning to me. "We’ll start with a full round of tests. Try not to worry. The calmer you are, the more accurate the results."

"Okay."

"First we’ll do an HSG. It tells us whether your tubes are clear. Nothing to be afraid of."

I lay back on the exam table, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere far behind my ribs, Eve stirred, quiet and watchful.

"She’ll find a way," Eve murmured. "She has to."

I closed my eyes and prayed she was right. I prayed this was the end of the nightmare, that the darkness would finally lift and something like morning would come.