Page 38 of Dimitri

When I left our bed this morning, it was to a still-sleeping mate who had yet another rough night. I felt bad for him and wondered if there was anything I could do to help alleviate his pregnancy pains.

My plan was to talk to Master Edison and see if he knew what I could do to help my mate. He himself had been pregnant four times and had five children. He should understand warlock pregnancies, shouldn’t he?

I was so lost in thought that when I walked up to the door of the council building, I simply stood there and tried to remember what I needed to do to open the door. I heard laughter behind me, and when I turned, I was surprised to see Reinhold standing there.

“Thoughts elsewhere?” he asked as he approached.

“Ja.”

Reinhold pulled out his badge, and after scanning it on the reader, he typed in his code. “Ready to go in?” Reinhold asked as he opened the door. I followed, wondering how the day was going to go. So far, my dragon was content knowing that our mate was at home, soundly asleep in our bed.

“Dimitri? What, are you going back already?” Slater asked from the front desk.

“It is time to return?” I asked, looking over at Reinhold. It had been a month now, and as far as I knew, it was time for me to return to work.

“Has it been that long already?” Slater asked. I wasn’t certain if he realized how his question sounded but wasn’t going to comment on it.

“Ja,” I simply said. Slater scanned my badge and then Reinhold’s before he waved to us. I started toward the hallway Master Edison’s office was in, wondering if he was already at work. He was usually one of the first to arrive, as were most of the other created ones.

“How is mated life treating you?” Reinhold asked as we walked across the main foyer.

“It is by far the best experience I have ever had.” I looked at the other dragon and wondered if he might have some advice for me. “When your mate was pregnant, did he have aches?”

Reinhold made a face. “Oh, is Caspian sick in other ways as well?”

“Ja. He throws up at times. He is drinking the tea, but it does not always work.”

Reinhold winced. “Is it the tea that makes him sleep?”

“No. Why would we want him to sleep?”

He shook his head and pointed at the hallway where I had intended to go. “You should probably talk to Master Edison. Or better yet, go see Dr. King when he’s in his office later today. Has Caspian seen him yet?”

I shook my head. “Is that something he needs to do? We did not think it was necessary just yet.”

Reinhold nodded. “The sleepy-time tea will help with more than just the sickness. I hate to say it, but it sounds like Caspian will most likely need it.”

I sighed. “He has almost no energy as it is anyway. It has only gotten worse as the days progress. I do not think a tea that makes him sleep will matter much in that regard. But his sleep is not relaxing. He cannot seem to get comfortable, and he is constantly up throughout the night.”

Reinhold nodded. “Definitely talk to Master Edison. It sounds like the other tea will be a great help. He’ll sleep a lot more, but it sounds as if his body could use the rest, and it’s not getting what it needs.”

“Master Edison can help me with that for him?”

Reinhold nodded. “He did with Chase. I know he has helped many other omegas and carriers.”

“Thank you,” I told Reinhold as we reached the hallway. I went down, and Reinhold went another way. I wasn’t sure how long my discussion with Master Edison would be, but I knew I needed to talk to him before anything else.

I found him where I had hoped to: in his office. He wasn’t alone though, but I didn’t mind if his One was there for this conversation or not. You would often find the alpha mates or, in Master Edison’s case, the alpha to the created one, in their office with them.

“Dimitri, welcome. Are you due back already?” Master Edison asked when he saw me standing in his doorway.

“Thank you. I thought I was to be back after a month. Has that changed?”

Master Edison shook his head. “Only if needed. How is Caspian doing?”

“I was talking to Reinhold on the way in. He said you had a tea that would help Caspian?”

Immediately, Master Edison showed concern. “Help how? I thought he was already drinking the tea?”

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