Code Blue | Moonlight Love IV

INTRODUCTION

C O D E B L U E*

~ a cardiac or respiratory arrest ~
~ typically used in a hospital setting ~

*this story was previously known as Rejecting the Opposite. PLEASE NOTE that not everything has been changed to the new title.

S Y P N O S I S

Tiffany Smith heard the crash that led her to Thaddeus Grey. Everything about it was wrong. Thaddeus was in the driver's seat and the person in the passenger's eat was his boyfriend. How could they possibly be mates?

There has always been one thing Tiffany was determined to get all her life: a mate and a child. All her life she'd been taught to save lives so that's what she did. She saved Thaddeus' life. She wanted Tate to love her the way he loved Mark - even if it meant a certain death.

C O P Y R I G H T S

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D I S C L A I M E R

This story involves the following themes*:

~ murder ~
~ drug abuse ~

*This list is subject to change as the story processes.

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S O C I A L M E D I A

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S T A R T E D
OCTOBER 2018

F I N A L I Z E D
SEPTEMBER 2020

S N E A K P E E K
O F C O D E B L U E

I lay in bed contemplating where my life went wrong. I didn't mind the fact that I had rejected my mate or that he rejected me. I didn't understand why I was moping over someone I never had in the first place. My vision clouds with tears. I blink them away. Crying has been all I've been doing lately. Pregnancy will do that to you. Hormones will do that to you. I sniff. I just---What is wrong with me?

I pick up a Reese's cup from the nightstand beside my bed. I wasn't a huge fan but Thaddeus loves them. They're all I've been craving lately. I'm doomed. Tears drops from my eyes. I shake my head. I wipe the tears away. I eat my Reese's cup in peace as I rub my swollen belly. I'm four months along. It's getting harder to do things. Werewolves only get six months of pregnancy. One less trimester than humans. Tate got me pregnant on the first try. I cry harder as I think about him.

A soft knock echoes through my bedroom. I wipe away my tears. I sit up properly.

"Come in," I teary slur.

My bedroom door opens to reveal Samantha. Her dark hair now ashend by gray is pulled up into a ponytail. She's got a pretty light blue dress one. My step-sister, Pearl, trails in behind her. Pearl's got Samantha's dark hair and our father's blue eyes. Though Pearl was born two years after me, she was conceived before I was. Luna saved her life and Samantha's. Pearl will always be the older sister.

"Oh, sweetheart," Samantha coos with sympathy.

"Mom, don't do that," Pearl hisses. "She doesn't need that."

I laugh.

"We just came to see how you're doing," Pearl says.

"Well, I'm not doing so great. I'm on bed rest for the rest of this pregnancy. My hormones are raging," I rant.

Samantha sits at the edge of my bed.

"We're here for you, sweetheart," she says.

"Thanks, Mom," I reply.

Samantha had become like a second mother to me. My mother died when I was one. I didn't know her. I've only seen photos. I've heard the stories my father told Seth and I. Samantha was the only mother I knew. She had raised us. I remember the day when I called her 'mom' for the first time. The smile she gave me was encouragement enough. My father was fine with it too. I've never heard Seth call her mom but I'm sure he considers to be.

"Now, will you tell us what's got your panties in a twist, little sister?" Pearl interrupts my thoughts.

The tears rise again at the mention of my problems.

"Oh, no. I'm sorry," Pearl panics. "I'm so sorry. You don't have to say anything."

"My mate doesn't want me," I sob.

Pearl and Samantha exchange looks.

"What do you mean?" Samantha asks.

"He loves him. He's engrossed on him. Tate only gives me attention because I'm carrying his child," I explain.

"Wait, I thought you two rejected each other?" Pearl asks confused.

"We did. I'm falling in love with Tate. He'll never love me like I want him to love me. He's gay, for God's sake!" I exclaim.

"Have you told him?" Samantha asks. "That you love him?"

"No," I whisper.

"You'll never know if he loves you, if you don't tell him," Pearl says.

"I know," I reply. "I'm scared that he won't."

"Sweetheart, he will," Samantha encourages.

"I'll tell him. If he doesn't, I'll cry for days on you two," I threaten them.

"Got it," they say in unison.

After talking for a while, they leave me be to rest. I fix myself into my bed sheets, laying down. I fall asleep. I dream about my baby. I dream of being a family with Tate and our baby. I dream of a better happiness I won't get in real life. I feel someone touch me. Their touch strokes down my cheek. I sleepily open my eyes.

"Hey," someone softly says. "I brought you something to eat."

I move up. Tate's hand falls from me. I immediately regret moving at all. I miss his touch. I miss the faint sparks his touch causes.

"Thanks," I say.

"You're welcome," Tate says.

He stands from beside me. He brings the tray over my lap. He tells me he's brought me some soup, crackers, grape, orange juice, and a bag of Reese's cups. My mouth waters at the mention of Reese's cups. He laughs as I hungrily look at the bag. He pulls one out.

"Oh my god," I moan as I eat the peanut butter and chocolate cup.

"Okay, I leave you to eat, Princess," Tate says.

He walks towards the door. I move the tray off me. I place onto my nightstand.

"Tate?" I call out for him.

"Yes?" he looks back.

"We need to talk," I tell him.

"Oh, okay," he says.

He walks back to my bed. He sits back down. He looks at me expectantly.

Here goes nothing...