Page 69 of Dimitri

Dimitri snorted. “No. None of us were. My mother is a fox shifter, and is tiny. It has been said that she swore she would not let our father touch her again, yet I have six siblings. The last two were even twins. They were the smallest, but only because they are twins.”

Dr. King nodded, then focused on me. “You will have a large baby. You are carrying a dragon baby, and I have never seen one that was small. I say eat that cinnamon roll, because you are going to gain a larger stomach and more weight. The baby willappreciate the healthy food, but daddies who are creating and carrying babies need to have treats for all of their hard work.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t wrong. “I know what you say is true. I’m still trying to come to terms with having a baby I think?” I reached for Dimitri’s hand and gave it a squeeze once he took mine. When he brought it to his mouth and kissed it, I smiled over at him. “I love being the one carrying our baby, but it’s been difficult to get used to it completely.”

“Perfectly normal. Perhaps seeing your baby again will help?” Dr. King suggested.

I nodded, and that was all it took for the table to start reclining. It didn’t lay flat, but reclined enough that I found myself staring up toward the ceiling. The room lights dimmed, and then there was our baby. He was in the air in front of us, and my heart melted.

“There he is,” Dr. King said. “Still a dragon, still having a male one at that. His development is exactly as expected for the gestational age.” The image above us zoomed in on the tiny toes. Dimitri squeezed my hand. “His feet are fully developed, and although they are still small, he himself is not. His size is a bit larger than most other babies for his gestational age.”

“I thought you said he was where he should be?” I asked.

“For development, yes. His organ development is where it should be.” Dr. King offered a sympathetic smile. “Your baby is large, Caspian. Dimitri isn’t exactly a small man.” I looked over at my One. “So we’re going to have huge babies?”

Dimitri shrugged. “It is most likely. But my mother did it, and you are so much bigger than she is. You will be a pro at it.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. What else could I do? I was destined to have large dragon babies for my One apparently. Dimitri wasn’t wrong though. His mother was tiny. Especially compared to me even. And she had given birth to three dragon babies.

“If I am to have large dragon babies, so be it,” I said. “Do you think I’ll go to my due date?” I asked. “I know it’s still three months away, but I thought I would ask.”

Dr. King nodded. “It is hard to tell. If you were carrying twins, I would say that without a doubt you would deliver early. You are carrying only one baby though. Sometimes larger babies come early, sometimes they can be stubborn and make their parents wait to meet them.”

I turned back to Dimitri and shook my head. “Our son,” I said. “Why do I think he’s going to be a stubborn one and make us wait until the very end to meet him?”

Dimitri’s eyes widened. “I am not overly stubborn. He must get that from you.” He sat there; his face completely expressionless. Slowly a smile crept in though.

“You are probably correct.” Dimitri raised an eyebrow at me. I rolled my eyes. “Fine. You’re right. I’m the more stubborn of the two of us.”

Dr. King chuckling drew my attention. “Overall, he looks great,” Dr. King said. “Aside from him being on the larger side, he’s doing well. Continue eating healthy, but be sure to put some treats in there. You deserve it,” he told me.

Dimitri squeezed my hand. I turned back to him and found him giving me a look. I sighed. “I’ll eat treats. But I like fruit and salads as well.”

“There is nothing wrong with that,” Dimitri told me. “But I miss cookies,” he told me. Immediately I felt bad.

“You can have cookies.”

“I still do. There are cookies, pies, cakes, all sorts of things at the council in the cafeteria. But I used to have them as snacks before bed sometimes. I do not go to the bakery anymore because you do not like to have them in the house.”

I winced. “I’m sorry. I promise I won’t say anything again. We can stop at the bakery on our way home. Does that work?” Iwould make him a large batch of cookies as soon as we got home as well. Dimitri nodded at me.

Dr. King cleared his throat. When I looked back at him, he was holding a strip of paper. I knew it had adorable pictures of our baby on it.

“Do either of you have questions?” He asked.

I shook my head before looking at Dimitri. “He is fine?” Dimitri asked. “I worry about my mate, and want him to be healthy and all right.”

Dr. King smiled. “Your mate is perfectly healthy, Dimitri. So is your son.”

Dimitri nodded. I felt something through our bond, and when I focused on it, I realized it was him relaxing. How had I missed that he was concerned?

“Same story as last time. Sex is okay until it is uncomfortable. Call if you have sudden gushes of fluid or pain. If the baby stops moving, try coffee or something else to make him active. Sometimes coffee works, sometimes patients say having sex with their alpha does the trick.” Dr. King shook his head. “I do not care how you go about it as long as it doesn’t harm either of you. If you cannot get the baby to move, call me.” Dr. King glanced at a tablet he’d picked up. “I wish to see you in a month, if you don’t have any other questions or issues before then.”

“A month?” Dimitri asked.

“It is just routine. I want to check the baby’s size at that time. We’ll check the development then as well. That’s all. Nothing to worry about, honestly.”

I sat up and turned toward my One. “Are you ready to go to the bakery?” I asked, hoping I could distract him.

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