Page 33 of Call Don't Fall

“Probably. Maybe. If the pregnancy goes well, probably.”

“You don’t sound that certain, alpha,” I said, bouncing my feet again.

“I’m not and I don’t ever want to lie to you – even by accident.”

“That’s sweet but I hope they do. I can’t imagine having every worker at the hospital staring at me while I try to push out a furry watermelon.”

“I’d eat them and tell them to get back to work. Most of the staff have nothing to do with labor and delivery.”

“Have you ever delivered a baby before?”

“Twice in nursing school and once when I was an intern,” he nodded. “The last one was breech. Scared the shit out of me but we got her out. She was breech and had her tail out in human form.”

“That can happen? Was she okay?”

“She was. Both mom and baby,” Kirk nodded. “And it happens but not often.”

Someone knocked on the door and I flew off the table into Kirk’s arms. When the door cracked open a second later and a blonde-haired woman peered in, I felt like the biggest idiot to ever step inside Mercy of Frost.

“No worries, it’s just me. I’m Doctor Dreala and I’ll be performing your ultrasound today, if that’s quite alright?” She spoke with the lightest trace of a London accent. I sniffed the air, but like Kirk while he worked, she didn’t have a scent either. My wolf grumbled about the ‘deception’ under his breath, butI nodded at her as Kirk sat me back down on the examination table.

“That’s fine,” Kirk grinned.

“Well, sire, I didn’t ask you, did I? I was talking to my patient. He’s the one getting the imaging. He’ll be making the calls today.”

Kirk smelled annoyed for a second but relaxed when I grinned. I liked her.

“That’ll be fine. I think I’m just jumpy today.”

“Perfectly normal. Your intake paperwork says you had a positive pixelated baby, correct?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“If you are pregnant, which you probably are due to how accurate modern testing is, your body is currently being flooded with hormones that are bound to change your emotional state occasionally. Everything in your chart looks in order. We’ll see the baby today and schedule you for a well omega exam afterward, if that sounds alright?”

“Okay,” I nodded.

“Just lay back and lift your shirt when you’re ready,” she said, crossing the room and taking a small machine out of her pocket.

I laid back and Kirk nodded at the monitor on the opposite wall that I hadn’t noticed before, “that’s where the baby will be.”

“Can you see it alright?” Doctor Dreala asked.

“Perfectly,” I nodded, trying not to bounce my feet as I lifted up my shirt.

Kirk’s scent turned protective, and I sighed. I loved him to pieces but the more on guard he smelled the more my feet wanted to bounce. His jaw tensed and I took his hand in mine. He glanced at me and my bare belly and his wolf growled something unintelligible into my thoughts over our mating link.

“Calm down, sire,” Doctor Dreala looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “They’ll be no biting me. I bite back and I’m afraid you’ll only be a snack-sized morsel if it comes to that.”

For a second, I expected Kirk to snap at her, but he laughed.

“He works here,” I pointed out.

“I’m aware of that. Which is why I expect him not to bite me.”

“I bit him. I mean, when we first met. We met here,” I rambled on explaining what happened leading up to our fated meeting.

Doctor Dreala nodded along with my story as she pressed the wand of her pocket-sized machine to my bare belly.

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