Page 137 of Knight Life In Vegas

She took me over to a different section of the clinic, where a lovely nurse took a sample quickly and painlessly.

“I’m going to slip in with my next appointment. We should have your results by the time I’m finished and I’ll come collect you. You’re free to wait here or return to your alphas.”

I was entirely too nervous to face them. I needed a definitive answer before doing so. “I’ll wait here.”

I spent the time Dr. Harvey was away trying to keep myself calm so the others didn’t freak out.

Beau messaged me.

Beau:

Is everything all right?

Charlotte:

I’m not sick.

Beau:

Feeling anxious?

Charlotte:

I always do at the doctors.

I’ll text you when we’re done.

I shoved my phone into my purse and counted my breaths.

Dr. Harvey returned sometime later and directed me back into one of the clinic rooms, sitting down across from me. “The blood test came back positive.”

I stared off into the middle distance, not quite processing what she said. A baby at forty-three. What on earth? “How?”

“Omegas are fertile for as long as they have heats,” Dr. Harvey explained. “I promise you it’s not uncommon for older omegas to experience a boost in fertility prior to their final heat. Based on everything you’ve told me, it sounds like your cycle was preparing for this from the moment you encountered your first scent match. Your previous heats with your former partner were highly regulated and it can be difficult for some bodies to adapt in time to actually conceive. You’ve been off suppressants for several years so their full effect on your body has disappeared. Couple that with a natural heat cycle and multiple scent matches, and it’s not surprising that you conceived in this last heat. Now, if you would prefer not to be pregnant, we can?—”

“I want it.” I rubbed my hands over my face. “I do. It’s just a surprise. I’ve always wanted more kids, but I’d kind of resigned myself to it never happening.”

Dr. Harvey took my hand. “I understand it can be a shock. Do you anticipate any pushback from your pack?”

“I don’t think so. They’ve all stepped up to parent my boys. We’ll have time to adjust to a baby.”

“If you’d like, we can do some early imaging to make sure everything is settling in as it should be. We can bring your pack back for that, or we can do it more privately.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “No time like the present to tell them. Just give me a minute to let the one watching the boys make it back over here.”

“Of course. Our receptionist adores kids. She’ll be able to watch yours for the time it takes to do the scan. I’ll send one of the nurses to collect your pack if you give me their names.”

I did so and Dr. Harvey led me back to the imaging room after I had messaged Beau to join us.

Waiting on the bed had my heart racing and I burst into tears when my pack slipped into the room.

Dylan dropped to his knees next to me. “Princess, what’s going on? The nurse wouldn’t tell us anything.”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence descended wholly for a moment, both in the room and in the bond before everything erupted with raucous glee that enveloped every molecule of my being.

Dylan kissed me soundly before breaking away with a laugh. “Are you really? We get to be dads all over again?”

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