Page 75 of Pack Plus Three

“Is that far away?” Daisy asked around a mouthful of bacon. Somehow, even with a mouthful of bacon, her hair piled onto her head like a wild bird's nest, she looked amazing. No other woman looked that good with her face creased from being smashed into a pillow while she slept.

“About an hour,” Jeremy supplied.

“Oh, crap!” She took her slice of bacon, giving it to the dog, slowly extracting herself from the chair. “In that case, I need to get changed and pee...and run a brush through my hair!” She ran—or at least what passed for a run at her advanced stage of pregnancy—to go do just that.

“She’s going to be a while. You know that, right?” Jeremy laughed, taking a bite of bacon as he leaned against the counter.

“I’ll give her ten minutes, then go get her,” I said, taking my dirty plate and putting it in the dishwasher.

“Good idea. Otherwise, you're never going to make it to that appointment. I don't think there are many available ones you can take if you miss this one.”

We made it just in time. Daisy had spent a good ten minutes trying on half of her wardrobe, searching for a top that fit. Eventually, she stole a hockey hoodie from Jeremy, declaring it would have to do.

The Riverside doctors’ office was far fancier than I had imagined. The place specialized in babies, so I’d had no reason to have ever stepped foot into the building. Everything was a muted blue color, and the walls were adorned with posters of babies. Somehow, the air even smelled fresh, instead of sterile, like most doctors’ offices did.

There was a pleasant beta woman sitting behind the counter, who greeted us warmly and instructed us to take a seat in the waiting room, and told us that the doctor would see us shortly.

Taking my seat in the plastic chair next to Daisy, I couldn’t help noticing as she ran her hand through her hair, her foot tapping constantly. She was struggling to stay still.

“Hey,” I said in a soft, hopefully soothing, tone. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, not meeting my eye. “Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just...I guess I'm nervous. I mean, I've only been to one appointment, and they didn't even do a proper scan or blood tests or anything because it was a free clinic. And now I'm beginning to worry about all the things that could possibly be wrong with the little parasite, and I really want everything to go well,” she babbled like a damn had broken.

“Daisy!” My hand flew to her knee, softly forcing her jiggling leg to cease its movements. “You're doing brilliantly. Don't worry. If there's anything wrong, we will take care of it. You did the best you could with the resources you had, and you shouldn't feel ashamed about that.”

If any of the doctors or nurses made her feel bad, I would personally write a very strongly worded email, then make a few very aggressive calls.

Or I could just set Jeremy on them. I was certain, if he knew his omega was upset, he would move heaven and earth to fix it.

“Miss St. James?” a nurse called, reading the name off a clipboard.

“That’s me,” Daisy said, struggling up out of her seat. I reached out, gently gripping her upper arm to help hoist her out of the chair. The nurse looked us over, her face remaining totally neutral.

“Do you want your partner to join you or wait out here?” she asked casually.

I frowned. As far as she was concerned, I was her alpha, a member of her pack. The idea that I wouldn't want to be with her was downright absurd.

“He can come in with me.” Daisy smiled, waving off the nurse's question.

“Okay, then, if you would like to just follow me, the doctor's ready for you.” The nurse gave her a sweet smile before leading the way down a corridor. “They are grabbing your file, so if you wait in here, they will only be a minute!”

She left us in a typical little doctor's office. Daisy frowned at the elevated bed for her to sit on. “How the hell am I going to be able to get up there?” she grumbled. “This place is literally designed for pregnant women. Why are they adding tall places for the pregnant women to scale? It seems like quite the design flaw.”

I chuckled, taking a step forward before gently sweeping Daisy into my arms. “That's because there are plenty of handsome alphas willing to sweep the pretty little omegas off their feet and put them where they need to be,” I told her as I set her on the table with ease.

Daisy didn’t answer—she just rolled her eyes at me—but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Hello. Miss St. James, I take it?” A tall, willowy alpha breezed into the room, her long, blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was young, probably not even in her thirties. “I’m Doctor Parrish.” She turned to me. “And this is?”

“Devon.” I reached forward and took the hand she had outstretched, giving it a quick shake. “I’m her packmate.”

“Perfect!” She gave us both a relaxed smile. “What brings you in today?”

“Well, uhh... Until recently, I wasn't able to access medical care, so I've only had one appointment, and I just wanted to check that everything was going okay with my pregnancy.”

“We can do that,” Doctor Parrish said, turning to pick up a tablet from her desk. “I'm going to order a full set of blood work, as you haven't had any real prenatal care. A nurse will come and take your blood at the end of this appointment and will call you in a week with the results. Have you had an ultrasound yet?”

“I haven't. Can we do one today?” Daisy asked, her voice taking on an excited tone. How had she not seen her baby yet? The longing and curiosity to see my child would have driven me insane if I hadn't been able to get a scan.

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