Page 50 of Bred By the Wolfman

His eyes follow my hand, and he swallows. “Yeah. Another five months.”

It’s going to be a really long five months. I sigh. “Yeah. And I’m only halfway through.”

The hopefulness falls from his face at the tone of my voice. He looks down at his lap and pins his hands to his thighs, like he’s trying not to do something else with them.

“Thank you for the invitation,” he says at last, offering me a weak smile. “I’m really happy to be included.”

“Well, it’s your kid,” I say, before thinking twice about it.

He cringes, then turns his head away and nods. “Right.”

We wait like that for another five minutes, this time without speaking, until the nurse comes to get us. Then, once we’re in the patient room, I’m instructed to take off my pants and lie down on the table in the stirrups until the doctor comes.

Russ is very considerate about not looking anywhere untoward, though, and turns away as I change, keeping his eyes on either my face or the doctor’s.

I’d had to explain to DreamTogether a version of what happened—that Russ and I met out in the world, and we discovered, through supposed happenstance, that we’d been matched up. As a result, we requested that we both be a part of the process that typically I would have gone through alone.

I give the doctor a Cliff’s notes version, but I’m not sure he believes us.

“Well, all right,” he says, grabbing a bottle of lube. “If there’s as good a time as any for the father to be involved, it’s today.”

While the doctor gets started inserting the ultrasound wand, I sense Russ tensing up. He’s watching very intently, and when I cringe at the cold invasion, the wolfman gets a look on his face like he could murder.

I forgot that Russ is an OB/GYN, too. I wonder if this human doctor isn’t as good at his job, though, and that’s what’s bothering him.

“Because this is technically considered a high-risk pregnancy, we’re going to keep a close eye on this one.” We all turn to the screen as the picture changes. I’ve seen this image before, but it’s Russ’s first time on the patient side, and his eyes are glued to the display as the doctor investigates my uterus. I cringe as he touches a few sensitive places.

“There,” he says, pointing at the screen.

The fuzzy shape is the same as before, sort of like an oversized nut, but it’s grown quite a bit. “Wow,” I say. “It’s a lot bigger.”

Russ has a huge, wide grin on his face.

“Amazing,” he says quietly, leaning forward to get a better look, which means he’s right up against the edge of the table, his soft fur pressed to my bare skin. “We made that.”

Dr. Hodgens glances at me, but Russ misses it.

“We did,” I agree. I can’t help but remember how we did it, too, on that bench in that sterile room. How he licked me all over, then fucked me the best I’ve ever been fucked in my life.

Russ’s nostrils flare, and his head snaps over to look at me.

“Things will progress much more quickly from here,” the doctor says as he continues his scan. “We’ll need to increase your vitamin intake. And your blood work scores were low last time. Are you eating enough?”

Great. Of course I haven’t been eating enough. I’ve been stressed out and unhappy.

“I’m trying, but I think I’m just naturally low,” I hedge. It doesn’t look like Russ believes it, though.

The doctor nods. “Then we’ll move you up to a bigger supplement.”

“There,” Russ suddenly interrupts, peering at the screen. “If it were a male cub, that would be...” He squints. “Nope, I don’t think so.”

“It is most likely a female,” the doctor agrees. “Good eye.”

“Russ does this for a living,” I say. “So I would hope so.”

The hint of a smile pulls at Russ’s mouth, and he gives me an appreciative nod.

The rest of the appointment is uneventful, and neither the doctor, nor Russ, discovers anything wrong.

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