AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

I haven't needed to spend any time in the delivery room. Pius showed it to me months ago during my tour of the inn when I first arrived. But now, its four soothing creamy walls with the brightly painted animals and mythical creatures are the limits of my world. So is Daji. I smooth the damp hair back from her forehead as she lies on a crystalline bed, her feet up, and her expression crestfallen.

"What do you mean, it was a false alarm?" she bursts out. "I don't HAVE those. I know my body. It can't be a false alarm!"

I stroke her hair. "Easy, Daji. Pius, aren't these false alarms common in women who are in the later stages of pregnancy?"

I'm hoping he can pull some statistics out of a hat.

Chapter 177: Having My Baby?