Page 127 of Dubious Match
“You do not need to feed me,” I laugh.
“Yeah, I think the fuck not. I’ll be back,” Duncan grumbles.
“You’re in trouble,” Linus chuckles as I shake my head.
The alpha does bring me a rice bowl with chicken and black beans, and I very obediently eat it all. I also drain my coffee cup and check on Quinn. She’s napping the way she tends to during an IV treatment.
“I always manage to knock her out,” I murmur. “Is she able to exercise, or is she nauseous throughout the day?”
“The mornings are actually great for her now,” Linus says. “She eats a small amount of yogurt with granola and fruit before we go into the dance studio and stretch before dancing. It’s not until about one in the afternoon that she begins to feel gross.”
“Maybe her sugar is dropping from the carbs in the granola?” I wonder. “If she’s able to switch it up to something with a different kind of protein before she dances, that may help. Or, possibly eat before one in the afternoon to stay ahead of the drop.”
“I’ll suggest it to her,” Linus says with a nod.
I’m finished with my meal and coffee, and when I get up to check on Quinn, I see that the bag is almost completely drained.
“While I’m here, do you have any questions for me?” I ask.
“No,” Callum says. “I can tell that she’s been struggling to find her center as her stomach grows though. Is there anything that we can do to help?”
“Center for dancing or is she feeling self conscious?” I ask.
“Both. Her balance is different now,” Linus says.
“Can you dance with her, and try to take her hands to pull her up to find her new center?” I ask. “Instead of her solo dancing, that may help.”
“I can,” he says.
“Also, woven wraps like Kane has will be helpful for belly wrapping. The last time I saw him, he had some scrap wrap thatwould be perfect to tie around and lift her belly,” I remember, my eyes lighting up.
“I heard you’re responsible for his new sewing obsession,” Duncan chuckles. “The buckle carrier is coming along well.”
“I don’t know if responsibility can be laid at my feet, but I did send him some easy videos to watch,” I admit.
Callum watches me begin to clamp the tubing as the IV is drained, and grabs the trash can to place near me. Five minutes later, Quinn is free again and I am hurrying to my van.
“Merry Christmas, Nova,” Duncan calls out as I open my door.
“Merry Christmas,” I say with a smile as I climb into the vehicle.
“Please be careful,” he says, frowning at the snow as I close my door.
I feel just as worried as he looks, but I simply wave at him and start the car so I can get started on my drive.
I have worn the same five pairs of outfits for the past four weeks, and I really want to see the inside of my house. I’ve obviously done laundry while at Katee’s place, but it’ll be nice to take a warm shower where I’m not rushing through it.
I feel guilty for wanting something like this, but I am tired. I need to pour into myself so I can pour into others, which is why I’m going to suck it up and tell myself to shut up.
A shower and new clothes will not be the end of the world. The worst of the storm is supposed to hit tonight. I have some time. Someone should really have a talk with this snow, because it’s dropping buckets of the white stuff on me as I drive.
I’ve been getting more used to driving in bad weather while living in Minneapolis. I don’t think anyone is ever really ready to drive through a blizzard, so I don’t want to test my limits.
The world is so quiet, and the roads are deserted until I get back into the city. Even then, no one is walking on the sidewalks.The only people out are those who absolutely have to be due to work I expect.
Pack Ledger’s gate is a welcome sight as I drive up to it. Except, I’m not expecting two, large alphas to be standing in front of it. I can’t open it while they’re there because it affects the security of the property, and I can’t drive through them.
Rolling down the window, I glare at them because I unfortunately recognize both alphas.
