Page 66 of Accidentally a Dragon Daddy

“Yes. That’s definitely part of it. I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I said, wondering just what else he could see about me that I couldn’t see myself.

“If you don’t want to go in, you don’t have to,” Damon offered. “I’m not going to make you.”

“Thank you, but no,” I said, making up my mind. “We’re here, and you went to the effort to make the appointment. Let’s go see what the healer has to say.”

I reached out and took his hand. His brow wrinkled in momentary surprise, but I didn’t let go. He was the father of my child, and I would be stuck living among his people. It was time to start accepting that.

Damon escorted me down the stairs from the roof—a feature of every dragon building—and knocked on the door.

“Hello, Damon,” the healer said, pulling it open to gesture us in. “You must be Elanya.”

“You’re a woman,” I said, staring in surprise at the tall blonde with bright green eyes who greeted us.

“Yes, I do believe so,” the healer said, glancing down at her powerful form. She didn’t have the bulk that most of the dragon men I’d seen possessed, but there was no doubting the musculature of her body.

“I’m sorry,” I said in that same half-shocked tone. “I don’t know why, but I assumed you would be a man. Almost every dragon I’ve met has been male so far, so …”

The healer’s bubbly laugh swept away any worries I had about her being offended. “There are more of them, it’s true. Beneficial in some ways, but not others. Come in, come in. I’m Pilar.”

She pronounced it Pie-lahr, the sounds flowing together.

“That’s a pretty name,” I said as we were escorted into her office. The room had none of the sterile feel that a human doctor’s office would have. A bay window to the right was liberally decorated with plants soaking up the sunshine, while the wall straight ahead was filled with posters of things that looked vaguely medical. Only on my left was anything that could be filed as medical equipment, though most of it was kept in drawers of a metal cabinet.

“Thank you,” the healer said, gesturing for me to sit in a chair in the center of the room. “I understand from Damon you think you’re pregnant.”

“She is,” Damon said. “My dragon won’t shut up about it. Every time I touch her, it goes wild.”

Pilar made a noise. I bit my lip, surprised at how very easily Thank you, man, for answering a question with a non-answer when you weren’t being spoken to translated between humans and dragons.

“Yes, that’s correct,” I told Pilar when she directed her attention my way. “I’m not sure what you can do, but—”

“Here. Washroom is through that door,” Pilar said, reaching into one of the little cubbies in her cabinet and producing a pregnancy test.

“Where did you get this?” I asked, surprised.

Pilar smiled. “When I heard about the peace terms and what the sovereign wanted to do, I extrapolated. It’s what I get paid to do. If human women were coming here, it was only logical the end plan would be procreation. Which meant babies and uncertainty. So, I had one of my friends bring back a pile of them from the occupied territories.”

“Oh.” I blinked in surprise at her easy logic. “That, uh, that makes way too much sense.”

Getting up, I went to the washroom as directed, sat down, and unwrapped the test. This was it. The most conclusive evidence I would have yet. My gut and body were telling me I was pregnant. But they could be fooled.

So can this, technically.

I rolled my eyes. It was time to confirm. Time to have some concrete proof and then move forward from there. Although we’d been acting like I was pregnant, that test would change everything. It would remove the What if we’re wrong? line of thinking. Going forward, there would only be baby.

Taking a deep breath, I took the test.

Regardless of my emotions, I had to know.

Chapter Thirty-One

Elanya

“So,” Damon said as we walked into his house.

“So,” I echoed awkwardly.

“You’re pregnant. We’re pregnant?” he tried to smile at his lame joke, but it fell flat between us.

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