Page 75 of Dubious Match
“You’re like twelve,” he sneers. “How many babies have you delivered?”
“More than twelve,” I reply. “Katee has been in labor for eight hours, unless you’re going to stare at her to watch her deliver a placenta, there’s nothing to see here, Dr. Stewart.”
“Of course not,” he says, snapping out of it. “That would be creepy. I’ll be back to check on you, Katee. Congratulations.”
“Actually,” Katee says,“I would prefer it if you didn’t. Nova is more than qualified to take care of Addy and I. Go away.”
Dr. Stewart’s jaw drops while I hide a smile. Katee’s face pinches, and I move to pull up the blankets.
“You got this, Mama,” I say. “Push when you feel the contractions. Little pushes.”
By the time the door closes, I barely notice because I’m completely focused on Katee. Who needs a scent match like that anyway?
Sometimes, biology gets it wrong.
Fifteen
NOVA
Katee is settled now with the baby, they’re both doing well, and vitals are perfect. Addy is six pounds and seven ounces, and is being snuggled by her mama.
I’m feeling restless, so I left them to snuggle and bond after letting one of the night nurses on duty know in case she needs anything while I take a walk. It’s not unusual for me to have a wave of adrenaline and energy after a baby is born.
It’s a new life, a happy beginning, and there’s something so beautiful about that.
It’s almost two in the morning, and the hallways are very quiet as I walk. My soft soled shoes are the only noise on the linoleum surface, and I see a nurse or two doing their rounds with patients as I leave the maternity ward.
My thoughts are filled with an alpha with red hair, a questioning gaze, and smugness. God, why is my scent match someone who is so damned presumptuous? You’d think that adoctor would hold assumptions back before letting shit fly out of his mouth.
My energy quickly is turning into fuming anger, and my lips twist with concentration. Stabbing the button for the elevator, I get in and choose a random number. I need to walk this off before I go back to Katee’s room so I can return as her benevolent midwife instead of a raging crazy person.
Blowing out a breath, I grumble about alphas and their audacity.
I don’t even know why I’m so upset. The chances that I’ll see him outside of the hospital are very slim. I just need to hope that my interactions with Dr. Stewart are limited while I’m here.
The doors open to the elevator, and I step off and gaze around. I have no idea where I am, but I turn right and continue to walk. I’m feeling led in that direction, so I’m going to see where it takes me.
I rarely sleep when I’m attending a birth, simply because I’m flying on a high afterward.
I’m deep in my thoughts about Dr. Asshole as I take random turns around the hospital. I’m working myself up, and I honestly rarely indulge in this because I tend to spiral.
Two large alphas are standing outside of a hospital room appearing dangerous and threatening, making me wonder who is so important that they’re guarding the door. This floor smells like antiseptic and floor cleaner, and it makes me sneeze. The alpha with dark hair and glasses looks over to stare at me for a long moment, making me feel uncomfortable.
“Excuse me,” I whisper. My hair is up in a messy bun, my clothes rumpled from the long hours of assisting Katee, and I’m sure that’s why he’s staring so hard.
Unless there’s somehow something on my face too. That would be embarrassing.
Both men are gorgeous, even if they are out of the ordinary of alphas that I’d give a second glance to. The bad boy looks are enough to typically make me run in the other direction.
“Bless you,” he rumbles as I force my feet to move. The blinds are open as I pass, and I stumble as I see a woman badly beaten in the bed.
“Is that why you’re out here?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off her. “Is she in trouble or are you protecting her?”
I shouldn’t even be asking this question, but there’s a huge yank on my heart that makes me lift my fingers to my chest to soothe the ache.
“I think trouble finds her,” the other alpha mutters. “We’re here to make sure it doesn’t.”
My gaze swings over to meet his intense green eyes as I shake my head. “She’s so hurt,” I whisper.
