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“It’s sort of sexy when you quote pack law to me. Especially when it means that we get more time together.”

“I’ll probably have to work a week or so to give them time to find someone to cover me because the pregnancy and then parental leave isn’t exactly just a few weeks.”

“I know it is, but I’m going to ask anyway,” I said.

“Okay?” Kirk flashed me a slightly confused look. “We’ve had the claiming vows. I don’t think it’s too soon to ask anything now.”

“Is it too soon to take the test?” I glanced around the kitchen trying to find the pregnancy test Treg included in the baskets.

“Yes and no.”

“Huh?” I blinked and then laughed.

“Yes, it’s too soon if we conceived yesterday. No, it’s not if we conceived a few days ago.”

“So maybe. Most people would just say maybe,” I laughed.

“Let’s give it a few days if we can. Besides, tomorrow you have the follow up with your doctor.”

“How do you even keep track of that stuff? Where are all the notes and alarms to remind you? I’d already forgotten.”

“Ummm….. It’s important,” Kirk said. “You’re important. Your blood sugar is important. If you are pregnant, it’s extra important because a baby in your belly complicates everything health wise.”

“I think I’m pregnant,” I said, pushing my empty breakfast plate away.

“Your heat did end,” Kirk agreed. “Want to wash up while I make some work calls?”

Chapter Fourteen

Kirk

The next few weeks passed in a flurry of activity. I did go back to work come Monday morning and because I was overbearing, sneaky, and a bit of a control freak (all things Chasten called me when he figured out what I did), I asked Treg to look in on Chasten as often as they could. It only took a few days of that for the line of angry texts to come. It was then that I knew it was time for Chasten to take the damn test. He was always a smart ass and on guard of his sovereignty, but it was hormonal overkill, if you asked me.

So, I took a half day of personal time – much to the grumbling of my boss – and headed home to him. He’d spent the morning exploring the corn maze with Treg for the last day of the Fall Festival having got a clean bill of health from his doctor the Friday before. As long as his glucose levels stayed within range, we were good to go.

“Do you really think I need a babysitter?” he asked in lieu of hello when I walked into the house.

“No,” I shook my head, taking my shoes off, “but I’m allowed to worry. Besides, they’re your friend!”

“They are! Which is why it didn’t take them long to admit it all!” he snapped.

“All of what? That I asked them to check on you while I was at work? You could’ve found that much out from going through my phone!”

“Which I don’t do! I’m not an invalid!”

“I never said you were!”

“You implied it!” he stomped his foot.

I had to bite back a smile. It was hard to stay mad or frustrated at Chasten. True-mates never fought for long anyway.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t tell Treg to come wipe your ass or cook your lunch! I asked them to come hang out with you!”

“Yes, and I’m trying to work! They need to work too!”

“Why are you so mad?” I asked, keeping my voice level. “You smell like you’re mad enough to spark off and burn the house down!”

“I was having fun when they said they was glad that you asked them to hang out with me!”

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