"We thought we had a lead on the suppressants Aaron gave you, but our source refuses to talk to us anymore," Herri says, her voice somewhat tinny over the phone. "We think the hospital is starting to close ranks, not wanting to risk getting sued if evidence that implicates your husband is found."

"So what do we do now?" I ask, rubbing my temples as I try to fight off the headache I can feel coming on. This whole day has been terrible, from the twins being restless to my back aching. Add in the fact that my Oma has been calling me relentlessly, it is no surprise to me that my body is so tense. "Is there anything we even can do?"

"We aren't giving up this easily," Herri says. "We may have an opening here soon, but let's not hold our breath. As long as we find the evidence before the babies are born, we will be fine."

Sighing, I lean back on the couch. "Okay. Thanks for keeping me updated."

"Of course," she says. "I'll call back when I learn something new. Have a good rest of your day, Milo."

"Thank you, you too."

Ending the call, I drop my phone on the couch. The headache is starting to get stronger, and I know I need to head home. Taking a nap sounds wonderful right now, and the aching in my back is getting worse.

Pushing myself up off the couch takes a lot of effort, not too surprising since I am six months pregnant with twins. Nico laughed at me the first time he saw me struggling, but had quieted at the swat Maya gave him. Apparently, she knows my pain.

Something spasms in my back as soon as I straighten up, making me fall back on the couch. "What the hell?" I whisper, rubbing at the bottom of my back where the pain had come from. The longer I rub, the more it goes away, but the dull ache seems to echo in reminder as I push myself from the couch again.

Music from the coffee shop filters into my office, making my headache even more. Swearing under my breath, I try to quickly grab all of my stuff, shoving everything into my pack. The desire to be in my own bed bundled beneath my covers is only growing stronger.

It seems like every turn I take, something else has to go wrong. The whole divorce was supposed to be over months ago, but Aaron had to try and control the situation again. He had said he wanted to be done with me, but now he is dragging this out. I highly doubt he even wants to be the Apa to these children. This is just his way of trying to control me, using his status as an alpha to get what he wants.

Just as I am opening the door to my office, the pain from before comes back. It feels like a Charlie horse in the small of my back, a rolling pain before it disappears again.

"Fuck," I whimper, leaning against the door as I try to catch my breath. It isn't necessarily painful, but the clench of muscles keeps catching me off guard, making every move uncomfortable.

Blinking open my eyes, I open the door with a shaky hand, stepping out into the mostly empty shop. It is almost closing, so the only people who remain are those who are coming for one last coffee fix.

Xania is working the coffee bar, sliding me a mug of tea before nodding to someplace behind me. "There is someone here who wants to talk to you." Looking behind me, I notice a woman I have only seen a few times before sitting in a high-backed chair by the fireplace. "She's been here for a while. Didn't want me to disturb you, so she's just been waiting for you to come out."

Janette looks positively round from pregnancy. She must be nearly due, if not overdue by now. Seeing her just causes my body to tense up again, the headache getting stronger with every minute.

Grabbing the hot mug of tea, I slowly make myself over to the other omega. Might as well get this over as soon as possible, so that I can go home and finally get my nap.

"Janette?" I ask, sitting in the chair across from her. Her eyes startle open, focusing on me as she pushes herself up into a more comfortable position.

"Milo, hi," she says, pushing a few stray pieces of hair from her face. "I didn't know if I would be able to catch you."

Shifting uncomfortably in my chair, I try to find something to say. "Uh, well, you caught me."

She smiles then, hands resting in her lap. "I-I'm glad I did."

"Really?" I ask, taking a sip of my tea before setting in on the table to the right of me. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to apologize for everything," she says, eyes falling to her hands. "When I first met Aaron, I didn't know that he was married. He didn't even tell me until after he already left you. I was so happy to find out I was pregnant, having a child with a man I loved."

She looks up at me. "But then I heard him arguing on the phone with his lawyer about the divorce. It threw me for a loop, but I decided that I loved him too much to leave him over something like that."

My hands clench at her words, anger building inside me. I could never imagine being with someone who cheated, whether it be on me or someone else. I know how much it hurts.

"Then it was the court case, where you said that he was drugging you."

"It's true."

She just nods at my words. "I know."

My eyebrows raise then, completely surprised by her words. "You do?"

She bites her lip, turning to dig around in the backpack that I just now notice is leaning against her chair. After a few seconds of rummaging, she pulls out a manila folder, hesitating for a second before handing it over to me.

"What is this?" I ask, taking the file from her.

"It's what is going to win you your case against my ex-fiance."

My eyes shoot up to her, watching as he gives me a sad smile. "I'm an obstetrician at the same hospital as him, that's how we met. He asked me to write the prescription for you, said you were too worked up to come in for them yourself. I refused, wasn't about to put my license on my line just for a handsome alpha."

She shakes her head then, eyes becoming glassy. "He must have stolen my prescription pad when I wasn't looking. I remember it going missing, but I thought I had just lost it. When your lawyer mentioned the smuggled Minuere in court, I decided to take a look at our records. Sure enough, I noticed that the pharmacy had logged that someone had gotten a prescription written by me for the suppressant."

Her eyes are pleading as she looks at me. "I would never prescribe Minuere. I have seen the horrible effects it has had on many of my omega patients. Luckily, it is one of the most closely monitored drugs at our hospital because of the dangers." She nods at the file. "Those are hospital records logging the when the prescription was written and picked up. I even managed to get a picture of him picking up the drug. And since I was out of town when the prescription was written, with my testimony, he won't be able to wiggle out of this."

Completely shocked, I fall back into the chair. "Why-Why are you doing this? I thought the hospital was refusing to cooperate with us."

"Aaron's well-loved," she says, hands resting on her stomach. "But my parents are both huge donors. My Ama even used to be the chief of medicine there. If it comes to my word against this, the hospital and the judge will believe me." She pauses then, swallowing as the tears spill over. "And I don't want to be with a man who poisons omegas just so he can get out of a marriage with everything he wants. My baby doesn't deserve an Apa like that."

We sit there in silence for a few minutes before I finally look at her. "Thank you, I-."

My next words are cut off by another one of those twisting cramps, making me wince. Now this one was painful, not just uncomfortable.

Immediately, Janette is sitting up, eyes running over my body as she scrutinizes me. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. My back has just been killing me today."

"Is it in your lower back, the pain comes and goes? Fells a bit like a Charlie horse?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

She pushes herself from the chair, surprisingly gracefully considering how pregnant she is. "That isn't just your back acting up. Your having contractions, Milo."

"What? No," I say, words coming out too swiftly. "I-I'm only 24 weeks. There is no way that I'm in labor."

She holds out a hand. "Come on, let's get you to the hospital. We need to stop those contractions as soon as possible."

Before I can even say anything, Janette is pulling me from the chair while Xania holds the door open for us, already on the phone with Ollie. Fear courses through me, and all I hope is that we make it to the hospital in time.