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I wonder what Killian is trying to run away from.
“Sure—fine, if you want to,” I say, glancing away from him.
“I want to," he says, his thumb tracing my pulse point and making my heart leap into my chest.
He notices. God, it seriously feels like nothing escapes his notice. Why the hell do all the members of this pack have to be so perceptive? So present? So thoughtful?
He gives my wrist a gentle squeeze before he moves to get out of the car himself.
I hate to admit it, but walking into the doctor’s office is a lot less anxiety-inducing than I thought it would be, with him by my side.
My eyes go wide as I take in the waiting room. It’s full of sofas and armchairs, not the plastic or metal waiting chairs I would’ve expected from a doctor’s office. Those were the kinds of chairs in the clinics I’d take my siblings to if they ever got super sick. This room is full of soft fabrics and… pastels? I don’t think there’s a single sterile gray thing in this room.
It’s like it was made with an omega’s comfort in mind.
“Wow,” I breathe out.
“We have an appointment for Reyna Carver,” Killian says to the receptionist.
A sweet-looking beta woman in pastel pink scrubs smiles at me.
“Ah, yes! Hi there Reyna! I just have some forms for you to fill out before I bring you back.” She slides over a pen and clipboard with a few forms attached to it over to me. The clipboard is also pink. It’s honestly pretty cute.
I glance at the beta’s nametag and offer her a soft smile.
“Thank you, Katrina.”
“You’re very welcome, Reyna. Just bring those back to me when you’re done, and I’ll get you settled in the back for Dr. Rockwell.”
My brows draw down as I start to fill out the form.
“Um, hey Killian?” I whisper, leaning over on the plush sofa we’re seated on. “What—what should I put for my address?”
I shift nervously, my knuckles going white around the pink pen with a fluffy pom-pom attachment at the end. Very on theme, it seems.
Killian’s expression softens as he glances up from his phone to look at me.
“You can put our place," he says.
Looks like either Milo or Theo told Killian about what happened to my family’s old home in the Southside.
“Okay, are you sure?”
“Yes. Here let me write out the address for you.”
He takes the pen and clipboard from me. It’s kind of funny, watching such a domineering man write with a pink pompom pen.
“Let me know if you have any more questions,” he says.
“I’m not bothering you, am I?”
“You aren’t, Princess. I’m sure you know by now that I have no issues speaking my mind.”
I let out a little huff of laughter as I roll my eyes.
“Yup, definitely know that.”
I can’t help but smile, though, at his teasing. I keep my face buried in the paperwork. His ego doesn’t need the boost from me thinking he’s funny, it’s big enough as is. When I finish the rest of the paperwork, I walk up to the reception desk and hand it all back to Katrina.
