Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 316

Abby

The bedroom door slammed shut with a resounding thud, echoing off the walls and reverberating through the silence. I sank down onto the floor, my back against the door, as sobs wracked my body. I buried my head in my knees, the fabric of my jeans rough against my cheeks, damp with tears.

I had always dreamed of having a child, a little life that was part of Karl and me. But the doctor's words kept replaying in my mind.

IVF might be necessary. In fact, IVF might not even work.

The natural way I had always envisioned, the way I had longed for, seemed like a distant, unattainable dream.

Feeling utterly lost and overwhelmed, I reached for my phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed my dad’s number. He had always been stern, always demanding perfection, but he was my father.

I needed him, needed his support in this moment of vulnerability.

The phone rang for what felt like forever. When he finally answered, his voice was cold and distant. “What is it, Abby? I’m busy.”

“Dad, I... I have something to tell you,” I managed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“Make it quick.”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “The doctor... he said that I might have fertility issues. That I might need IVF to have a baby. And that IVF might not even work.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then, his voice, colder and harsher than I had ever heard it, crackled through the speaker.

“You are my only child, Abby. I had hoped to have a son, but I wound up with you instead, and I have treated you like a princess. It is your one duty to pass on our family genes, and I have asked nothing more of you. How can you fail at this one thing?”

His words cut through me like a knife, sharp and merciless. My sobs grew louder, more desperate.

“I... I'm trying, Dad. I wanted this to happen naturally. I never thought—”

“I went to all that trouble to find your fated mate, to arrange your marriage, and this is how you repay me?” His voice was a mix of anger and disappointment. “Don’t speak to me until there is a baby in your arms. Preferably a son.”

The line went dead. The finality of the click was like a door slamming shut on any hope of understanding or compassion from him. I was alone, adrift in a sea of my own despair.

I don’t know how long I sat there, crying, before I heard the door creak open. Karl’s footsteps were soft and cautious. He knelt down beside me, his arms encircling me, pulling me into his chest.

“What’s wrong, Abby? Talk to me,” he urged gently.

I couldn’t form the words, couldn't articulate the depth of my pain and disappointment. Instead, I clung to him, my tears soaking his shirt. I think that was the day that I had begun closing myself off.

Karl didn’t ask any more questions. He just held me, rocking me back and forth on the floor, his presence steady and comforting. In that moment, his embrace was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.

That night marked the end of my relationship with my father.

I never spoke to him again after that call. The pain and betrayal I felt were too deep, the wound too raw. He had seen me not as his daughter, but as a failure.

A disappointment.

…

As I rush out to Karl’s car, the brisk morning air hits me, sharply contrasting with the hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

My chest feels tight, a mixture of disappointment and anger boiling inside of me. I yank the car door open and slide into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my hot skin. I’m trying to compose myself, to stop the tears, but they keep coming, relentless and hot.

Moments later, Karl bursts out of Dr. Armitage’s house, a look of concern etched into his features. He opens the driver’s side door and gets in.

“What happened back there?” he asks. “Talk to me.”

I turn to him, my vision blurred by tears. “This is ridiculous, Karl!” I exclaim, my voice shaky. “That man is either joking with us, or he’s completely insane. Potions? Rituals? I can’t do this.”

Karl's expression softens, but there's a hint of frustration in his eyes. “Abby, just give it a chance,” he says, reaching for my hand. “If you won’t try IVF, then at least—”

I pull my hand away, shaking my head. “No, Karl. I can’t believe in something like that. It’s not... it’s not logical. It’s not real. I won’t set myself up for more disappointment.”

Karl sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knows that there’s no use fighting this battle with me. It’s a sensitive subject, and it always has been.

“Okay,” he finally concedes. “I’ll go back and say goodbye to Dr. Armitage. Just wait here.”

As he steps out of the car, I’m left alone with my thoughts, which are as turbulent as ever. I lean back against the seat, staring out the window at the quaint little house that had briefly filled me with hope.

Now, it just looks strange and out of place, much like the feelings swirling inside of me.

I thought, for just a moment, that maybe there was a chance. A chance to have a baby, to finally not be… a disappointment.

But that hope has vanished as quickly as it came, leaving me feeling empty and foolish.

Tears continue to slip down my cheeks, and I hastily wipe them away. I stare blankly at the dashboard, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Why did I even let myself hope? Why did I think that this could be the answer?

After what feels like an eternity, Karl finally returns to the car. He gets in, his movements slow and deliberate. As he glances over at me, his expression changes from concern to heartache when he sees my tear-streaked face.

“Oh, Abby,” he murmurs, reaching out again. This time, I don’t pull away. He takes my hand gently and lifts it to his lips, kissing it softly. The gesture is so tender, so full of regret, that it takes my breath away.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just... I wanted to help. I thought this could be something. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I look at him, my heart aching. I can see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine desire to make things right. “I know you did, Karl. And I appreciate that, really. But it’s just too much. It’s too far-fetched.”

Karl nods, his thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. “I understand,” he says. “I just... I hate seeing you so upset. I hate that there’s nothing I can do to fix this.”

I let out a shaky breath, feeling a small sense of relief that he understands. “It’s not your fault, Karl. This is just... it’s just how things are.”

We sit in silence for a moment, the only sound being our breathing and the faint rustle of leaves outside. The silence is surprisingly comforting, despite everything.

When Karl turns back to look at me, his eyes are full of pain—but there’s a little hope there, too.

“Hey,” he says, “since the appointment was cut short, I… I thought I could take you somewhere else.”

I narrow my eyes. “Where?” I ask, maybe a little more sharply than I intended.

“Another surprise,” Karl says softly. “No more appointments this time. I promise.”