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My shoulders slumped. “I understand that. I wouldn’t ever expect her to come and talk to us about our babies. But did everyone need to be told?”

There was a knock on the door. I turned toward it, and after I looked up at Warwick, I went to the stairs and started climbing. I was throwing a tantrum, I understood that. But it was irritating that my grandparents knew more about my pregnancy than I did. I loved my grandparents, I truly did. But why couldn’t I have been told before them? Why share it with others before us?

I heard Warwick talking to someone as I reached the top step. I didn’t stop; I simply continued down the hallway. Instead of going into our room though, I instead went into the last room on the left. It was a bit larger than the one on the right and would be perfect for our twins to share. It was still empty, and we hadn’t even started looking at baby things because we had months still. But already, I could envision how adorable we’d make the space.

I heard Warwick’s voice but made no move to go to the door. I watched as he walked by, but he was quickly back. His massive form filled the doorway, and I just wanted to have him wrap me up in his arms and cry. I wanted to be held a little longer and keep everything in the outside world away.

“I know,” I said.

Warwick came into the room. “Know what?”

I tried to calm myself, but I was still irritated. “I need to go downstairs and apologize to everyone.”

“Well, Dr. King is here if you’d like to apologize to him. But I don’t think he believes you owe him one.”

I looked at Warwick. “Just Dr. King?’

“Yes. He would like to talk to us.”

There was no getting around it. That much I already knew. I would have to go talk to not only Dr. King but the others as well.

I closed the distance between me and my mate, and when he opened his arms, I was quick to walk into his embrace. “I’m a bit emotional,” I said.

“You are allowed to be. You are creating two little hellhounds, and they’re causing your body to go through a whole lot of different changes.”

I looked up at Warwick. “Have you been around a bunch of pregnant omegas that I know nothing about?” I asked. I had a smile on my face though. I already knew that Warwick hadn’t been around many pregnant omegas.

“Just those that are mated to the other enforcers, but they don’t hang out at the council building much.”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready to go talk to Dr. King. I do owe him an apology.”

“If you insist. But he himself has already apologized.”

I did feel bad. I wasn’t trying to be an emotional pregnant omega. But that was exactly what I was. I wasn’t sure I necessarily liked it, but I was going to work on how to deal with it a little better and hope for the best for the rest of this pregnancy as well as any others that we might have in the future.

Warwick and I went back down the stairs, something that I’d just done not long ago with my mate. Warwick led me to the back room, where Dr. King was standing at the back door, staring out at the snow-covered deck. He heard us approach and turned.

“I do wish to offer an apology,” Dr. King said. “It wasn’t intentional for everyone to be at the appointment.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry as well. I threw a bit of a tantrum. I need to apologize to the others.”

“They understand. I would like to talk to you about what was relayed to me with regards to your pregnancy,” Dr. King said. I nodded. I would love to hear about what was going on.

“Would you like to talk here or go back to the clinic?” Warwick asked me.

“Oh.” I looked over at Dr. King. “Are the others still there?”

“Only Constantine. He was consulted because a hellhound pregnancy—well, a pregnancy resulting in a hellhound baby—is new, and he was curious to know more about it if he should ever end up with a hellhound in the coven.” Dr. King shrugged. “At least, that is what I was told. As far as I know, all of the hellhounds will end up as enforcers, so that doesn’t exactly make sense.”

I sighed. “I understand. It’s new. We’re having hellhound babies. So everyone is excited. But I’ve discovered that I’m an emotional omega when pregnant. I overreacted, and I owe everyone an apology.”

“If you’d like to sit down, I will tell you what we’ve been told. I really recommend sitting down because it’s truly interesting.”

I moved to the couch and let myself fall backward onto it. Why did I need to sit? What was going to be so interesting that I needed to not be standing?

Warwick sat beside me, and Dr. King sat in a chair that suddenly appeared. “I’m not sure where to start, so I will start at the beginning of what I was told.”

There was a knock on the back door. I jumped a bit, and when I looked over, I saw the others. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. Dr. King turned, hiding his face from us. “I’ve not gotten a chance yet,” he called out.

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