Page 29 of Santa & His Elf

Doc sniffs again. Before I realize what’s happening, I launch myself at him, ready to kick his behind, but Nick’s there in a flash, catching me around the waist before I land a punch.

“It’s okay.” Nick wraps me tightly in his arms.

“Possessive,” Doc comments in fascination as I stuff my nose between my man’s pecs and get high on his spice. Eyelids fluttering in pleasure, I grow hard as a rock, and my ass drips in arousal as I get lost in him, his embrace, in everything.

Distant words filter in but are quickly dismissed as I reach between us and slip my hand into Nick’s pants.

I need him.

Now.

There’s a pinch in my arm.

Heat radiates there, spreading into my limbs, moments before my world goes black.

ten

?. . .?

Nick

Resting my unconscious elf on the exam table, I tuck a pillow behind his head and kiss the tip of his pointed nose. “Are you sure he’ll be okay?” I ask Doc as I caress the side of Pepper’s cheek.

Doc clasps my shoulder. “Yes. It’s a mild sedative. It won’t last long. Now I get what you mean about the sex drive.”

“He almost punched you.” Never in a million years would I expect Pepper to show any form of violence, yet here we are.

“Yes,” Doc hums. “But he wouldn’t have meant it. Now, let’s check something out, shall we?”

Rolling over the same ultrasound machine we used last time, Doc pulls up Pepper’s shirt, squirts a clear jelly onto his belly, and presses a white probe to the skin. Pushing itaround, he continues humming as blurs of black-and-white images fill the screen until he pauses low on Pepper’s pelvis and snaps a few pictures.

Turning to me, wearing the widest grin that reaches his wrinkled eyes, Doc points to the television. “Congrats, Papa.”

What?!

“What do you mean?” I squint at the monitor, trying to determine what he’s pointing at. It looks like a tiny blob with a flickering in the middle.

“Pepper’s pregnant. See.” Doc moves the probe and angles it differently to get a clearer image.

“No. No, he’s not.” I don’t see anything in there. That can’t be a baby.

“Yes. He is.” Doc chuckles, snapping even more pictures with the click of a button. “When you said you could smell him and he you, and with his excess lubrication, it makes sense. The same thing happened with your parents when they were pregnant with Holly. You were sent to live with an elf couple, and a different group of elves were placed in charge. Because…”

“Because of what?” I gesture for him to get on with it.

Cheeks pinkening, Doc waggles his brows. “They were enthusiastic about each other.”

Oh. Great.

“For the entire pregnancy?” I ask, hoping that’s not the case.

“Yes,” he confirms. “I examined your mother every other week, and before we were done with the ultrasound, I left the room to let them handle things.”

Dragging a palm down my face, I sigh. “Sooo… I’m screwed.”

“No. You’re in love.”

“We’re possessed.”

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