Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel Chapter 72

Once we settled on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it.

 

“I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity.

 

“I speak seven languages. Krio, English, French, Cantonese, Farsi, Dutch, and Greek. I love linguistics. I find that I’m able to catch on to new languages quickly,” Musu proudly marks off the count with her fingers. I notice Marco admiring his mate but he has a concerned look on his face. If I had not spent so much time with him, I probably would not have noticed the subtlety.

 

Hearing about Musu’s diverse background and love for languages sparks an idea in my mind. I tuck the thought away for later. She is a charming woman who is a wonderful storyteller. I can’t wait for everyone else to get to know her.

 

When we land at the airport, I pull Marco aside under the ruse of needing to discuss training schedules while we wait for our luggage to be unloaded. "Marco, you looked worried about something on the plane. Is everything alright?" I question.

 

"I-I think so, Kas. I just...Musu is so smart. What if I'm not good enough for her. What if she gets bored of me. She's been all over the world. I'm justa glorified hit man," he mopes, slumping his shoulders.

 

We both turn to look at her while she speaks excitedly about something with Delilah. I hear him give a sigh of defeat beside me.

 

"Marco. First of all, the Moon Goddess knows what she is doing. Secondly, you have so much you can teach her. You have a whole language and culture she didn't mention knowing about. You have a whole lifetime to make new memories and to travel with her. She can learn just as much from you as you can from her," I reassure him.

 

"I didn't think of it that way. Thanks, Kas. I appreciate the pep talk, he smiles as we head back to our group.

 

kkK

 

When we get back to the packhouse, we notice everyone is flustered and on edge.

 

“What's going on?” Bronx asks an omega who is walking briskly past the entrance.

 

“Oh Alpha! I'm so happy you're back! Beta Lenora is in labor! The baby is coming! the girl says to him with a sense of panic.

 

“Is she in the hospital wing?” he asks urgently.

 

“Yes, Alpha, since this morning,” the girl confirms.

 

“Thank you. Kas, it's too soon. She isn't due for three weeks. Come on!” We drop our bags and sprint to the hospital wing. Milo is pacing in the hallway but we can hear Lenora in the room screaming.

 

“Milo, why aren't you in there?” I ask in disbelief.

 

“I growled at the doctor and they kicked me out. Lenora didn't feel well yesterday and she made an appointment to see the doctor today but this morning she woke up and the sheets were covered in blood,” Milo’s eyes looked distant and distressed at the memory. His voice cracks when he speaks again, “I can’t lose my girls. I just can't...”

 

Bronx put his arm over Milo’s shoulder, “It's gonna be okay, man. You know we've got the best doctors in that room. Let’s walk down the hall, burn some of that energy. We won't go far, just down there. The doctor will let us know when you can go back in.”

 

“Okay,” Milo looks at the distance between the door and the end of the hall and reluctantly agrees.

 

As soon as they turn their backs, I open the door to the room just enough to slide in and step inside, closing it lightly behind me. Doctors and nurses are surrounding Lenora as she cries and screams in pain.

 

A nurse comes over and pulls down her mask to greet me, “Hello Luna, now may not be a good time.”

 

“Nurse, if there is anything my healing abilities can do, I want to offer my services.”

 

“Let me check with the doctor. I'm sure he could use the help here,” she says with a furrowed brow. She pulls the mask back up and goes to whisper in the doctor’s ear. He looks over and sees me and says something back to her. “Well, Luna, let's get you a gown,” she says.