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I looked down at Beau with wide eyes. He looked so pale and tired. I felt terrible because I’d caused this. I was the alpha, and I’d knotted and impregnated him. “How can you even be thinking about having more babies? Why would you? You’re so incredibly sick.” I was becoming worried, actually.
I’d called Dr. King right after we’d mated, and he’d come out the day after and was able to relieve any concerns we had at that moment about Beau not being able to remember anything with regards to his fertile period. Some omegas were like that; it just depended. And it would be possible that going forward, Beau would remember everything. That was a bit of a relief for me,but I still felt terrible about how everything had happened for my mate.
Dr. King also was able to confirm at that point that Beau was carrying our first child. Just one. We were going to be welcoming a new addition to our family in early fall. That was how I knew that Beau was experiencing pregnancy sickness. I had always known that it didn’t necessarily keep to being just morning sickness but tended to be more prevalent in the morning hours. That much was true for Beau as well. If he didn’t get a snack first thing upon waking, he would be sick. Sadly, it seemed to be the case throughout the day as well.
“What can I get for you?” I asked as I ran my fingers through Beau’s hair. He was currently lying on the couch after his most recent trip to the bathroom. “Maybe a trip to the doctor for tea? The twins drank a tea when they were pregnant.”
Beau nodded seconds before he tried to sit up. I wasn’t sure if he simply wanted up or he needed up, but I helped him upright and sat there waiting. I was prepared to rush him to the bathroom again if needed, but he seemed content to simply sit there.
“When do we get the tea? We had a tea in our realm for all things. The one for pregnancy sickness would be wonderful right about now.”
My eyebrows rose. “As far as I know, it is the tea from your realm. It’s been brought here for some time now, but I do not know all of the specifics. I know that between the council and the fates, a deal has been arranged, and the tea, your tea, has been brought to our world in order to help the pregnant omegas. You’ve been ill for several days now, and I hate seeing you like this.”
Beau offered a tired smile. That was another thing. His energy never seemed to return after his fertile period. Was that always going to be the case? I remembered my brothers whilethey were pregnant, and although both had their energy zapped from them for different reasons, they seemed to have bounced back a little quicker than my own mate had.
“Our tea would be lovely. How and where do we get it? You mentioned the council and the doctor?”
I nodded. “Let me call Dr. King’s office and see if he’s available. If not, I can reach out to possibly Alexander. He might have some since he works in the clinic in Timber Valley once or twice a week. Or maybe Knox has some left over from when Philip was pregnant with their twins.”
I leaned in and kissed Beau’s cheek quickly before I stood and went to locate my phone. I was fairly certain that I’d left it in the kitchen when I had been getting Beau some water, but my thoughts had been more focused on my mate than my phone.
It was easy enough to find: it was beside the refrigerator. I rolled my eyes at myself because I should have put it in my pocket, but for whatever reason, I’d set it down instead. No matter. The important thing was that I’d found it, and I could get in contact with someone about getting Beau tea.
I found the number to the clinic and hoped for the best when I touched the contact. It rang a few times before the call was answered.
“Dr. King’s office. This is Todd speaking. How may I help you today.”
I smiled. I’d met Todd when he’d first been rescued. He’d come quite a way since, but he still seemed a bit…lost at times. “Hi, Todd. This is Roman Nelson. I needed to see about getting some tea for my mate. He’s ill, and not just in the mornings.”
There was some noise that sounded like things being moved around, and then it sounded like the phone was actually dropped. I pulled the phone away from my ear at the noise, but when there was a muffled voice on the other end, I put it backup to my ear. There were more muffled sounds, and then a new voice came through the line.
“Roman? It’s Dr. King.”
My smile grew. “Hello, Dr. King. I didn’t think to ask you before when you checked up on Beau, but we’re in need of the tea that you have for the omegas. He’s started getting sick several times a day, and he’s mentioned his realm had a tea. I know it’s the same tea, and I need to know what steps I have to take in order to get it for him.”
Dr. King’s chuckle came through the line. “I do apologize. I am not meaning to make light of Beau’s condition. I did leave some tea samples when I was there to check up on him. Did you not find them in the packet?”
I moved away from where I was leaning against the counter beside the fridge. “Is it with the book?”
“Yes. Did you not read the book or look in the box that I left with it?”
I winced. “I did not, no. We’ve been a bit occupied, and Beau has just recently started to feel poorly.”
“There are two samples of tea in the box. One will make him sleepy; the other will simply help with the pregnancy sickness. Not only will it calm his stomach, but it also seems to help with energy levels, although I am afraid that nothing is perfect, and it’s likely he will still have lower energy levels during this first part of his pregnancy.”
I found the book, and yes, there was a box that looked much like a lunch-type box beside it. Inside, I found two sections, both clearly labeled. “Do you think I should give him the tea that makes him sleep? He’s already tired though, so I don’t think he needs help with that.”
“With Beau being fae, it the tea being from his realm, I would try the other tea first. The one that causes them to sleep is something that seems to help most with shifter omegas andcarriers that have severe sickness. It might be that we discovered that Beau needs the other one, but for now, try the other.”
I nodded. “I can do that.” I looked around and realized I didn’t have a kettle. “Hot water, a packet of tea, and do I need to add anything?”
“That is up to Beau. Ask him how he drinks his tea. Adding honey or sugar hasn’t seemed to alter the effectiveness of it, as far as we’ve been able to tell. I have time tomorrow afternoon, around one, to come down and see Beau. Does that work for you?”
“Yes. We have no plans. Especially not with him feeling like he does.”
“Sounds like a good plan. If the tea doesn’t help him, try the other one. It can take a few cups of it to fully take effect though.”
“I’ll make him a tea now,” I told the doctor. “Is there anything else I can do for him that will help him feel better?”
