My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 153: One More Thing

Chapter 153: One More Thing

Inside the hospital, a figure lay gently on the bed, clothed in a standard hospital gown. Her body shifted slightly, and she clutched her head with a soft groan—dizzy, disoriented. She tried to calm herself. Calm... calm... calm... As if the repetition alone could ease the throbbing in her head the IV drip attached to her hand swaying slightly with every little motion.

Zylan.

That name alone had always been enough to calm her. As she moved, the fog in her mind began to clear...

Naomi sat up abruptly on the hospital bed, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar room. Just then, a woman entered with a warm smile—likely a doctor.

"Mrs. Naomi, how are you feeling right now?" she asked gently.

Naomi tried to respond, but her throat felt dry. The woman noticed and quickly bowed her head respectfully before walking over to the cupboard. She retrieved a water bottle and handed it to Naomi, who took it gratefully and drank deeply.

"Ms. Naomi, if I may ask, how are you feeling now?"

Naomi turned her head slightly, her voice soft. "My head still feels a bit dizzy. When I woke up, my vision was a little blurry," she explained quietly.

The woman nodded, jotting something down before speaking again, just as gently. "Ms. Naomi, you’re going to be okay. I’d like you to drink plenty of water and eat some fruit. Your assistant, Mrs. Rhea, will bring you some fruits and vegetables soon. For your health—and for yourself—please make sure to eat well."

Naomi nodded. That wasn’t a problem.

"Thank you for understanding, Ms. Naomi. I’ll be back with more information shortly," the lady added before stepping out.

Naomi stared at the thin air, her thoughts clouded. What had really happened? She had felt perfectly fine yesterday. Was it the way she had slept? Or maybe... the constant worry she’d been carrying about Zylan these past few days?

And then finally, there was a soft knock on the door. Rhea entered with a rolling cart and moved it toward the bed where Naomi lay. She spoke quietly,

"Mrs. Naomi, here is your meal. I advise you to eat—even if it’s just the fruit and vegetable salad. That will do, Mrs. Naomi."

Naomi finally stirred, moving as she pressed a button that extracted the bed table. Rhea moved toward her, gently placing the meal trays on the table and carefully arranging them. She added a bottle of water before stepping back and saying softly, "Mrs. Naomi, I will be taking my leave now."

Naomi nodded, and Rhea bowed respectfully before leaving the room.

Once Rhea was gone, Naomi slowly lifted the tray lid, her golden eyes darting over the plates as she pondered which to eat first—fruit salad or vegetables. After a moment’s thought, she decided on the vegetables, knowing they would be best for her condition.

She picked up the plate and reached for the spoon, beginning to eat slowly. The salad was well-prepared, soft enough for her to chew despite the slight headache she felt.

She knew Zylan wouldn’t want to see her like this. She had to stop stressing herself—so she wouldn’t worry him either.

She missed him.

Missed his touch.

Missed his gaze.

Missed his smirk and smile.

She missed every part of him.

Finally, the doorknob turned—signaling the doctor had arrived with the next set of results. Naomi took another spoonful of her vegetables just as the door closed, but her body froze.

Something was different.

The air felt charged. She slowly lifted her head—and there he was.

Zylan stood at the entrance, a soft smile playing on his lips. Naomi could already tell how worried he had been. His ink-dark hair was disheveled, yet his handsomeness was undeniable. His shirt was rumpled, evidence of restless worry and rushed steps.

Zylan began walking toward her. Naomi’s breath caught; her heart thudded loudly in her chest.

When he reached her, he sat down and gently pulled her into his arms. His hands trembled slightly as he stroked her hair, his breath shaky—if only she knew how deeply relieved he was at that moment.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

They just clung to each other, wrapped in warmth, in love, in silent understanding.

"Eaglet... how are you doing?" he finally asked, his voice soft.

Naomi slowly pulled away. His hands cupped her cheeks as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her lips.

"I’m fine now," she whispered.

Zylan adjusted himself on the wide hospital bed and picked up the plate of vegetable salad. He scooped a spoonful and brought it to her lips. Naomi opened her mouth, letting him feed her, her cheeks warming from the gesture.

"Oh honey, ...you’re too sweet. If you keep this up, I might just forget how to do things myself," she teased softly.

Zylan brought another spoon to her lips, his eyes gentle.

"Then I’ll do it for you—all of it," he whispered, and though his voice was tender, there was a quiet seriousness behind his words.

Naomi’s heart fluttered.

He set the plate aside, then picked up the water bottle. Carefully unscrewing the cap, he guided it to her lips, watching her as she drank. When she was done, he closed it again and gently set it down.

"Do you feel any pain in your body? Tell me, sweetheart," Zylan said, his voice laced with concern. "I’ll make arrangements right away. Don’t be shy, okay? Just tell me."

Naomi nodded slowly.

"Yes... I do. In my chest," she said, placing her hand over her heart.

Zylan’s expression tensed as worry flickered in his eyes, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue.

"My heart aches for you, my hubby."

Zylan’s lips twitched into a smile just as Naomi burst into soft laughter. He swept his dark hair back, his crimson eyes meeting her golden gaze, a helpless smile curving on his lips. She was teasing him—and finding herself hilarious.

Naomi giggled. "You’re so cute, hubby."

Zylan’s smile darkened into a sinful smirk.

"Oh no, I’m not. After you recover, I’ll show you just how dangerous I can be in bed."

Naomi’s eyes widened, a rush of heat flooding her cheeks.

"Don’t... don’t be a bad man," she whispered, looking away shyly.

"Oh, but I am a very bad man," he murmured, gently pulling her into his arms. His gaze briefly flickered to the IV drip before he buried his face into her neck.

"You got me so worried... so scared, Naomi. I—I don’t know what I would’ve done if..." His voice broke off.

Naomi softly ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him. Zylan slowly pulled away.

Their eyes met—deeply, intensely.

"I love you... so, so much, sweetie."

Naomi froze slightly, her heart racing in her chest.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

The moment shattered as the door opened and a doctor stepped in, holding a file in her hands.

"Mr. Zylan, a pleasure to meet you," she said warmly before turning to Naomi. "Regarding your wife, we’ve concluded that her fainting was due to a lack of adequate sleep. Staying hydrated, eating plenty of fruits and vegetables, and proper rest will serve as a very natural and effective remedy."

She paused, then raised her head to look directly at them.

"And one more thing..." She glanced at Zylan. "Mr. Zylan—your wife is pregnant."