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It’s a terrifying thought to consider what that would mean. I can’t be tied to Ben for life. I’m finally starting to embrace a future without him in it.
“Okay,” Carver says, leaning down to brush his lips over mine.
“I just puked,” I grumble, giving him a shove.
“You’re still cute,” he says, smirking.
“You’re still a pain in the ass.”
“Aww, Mel. You better get ready. I’m going to date the fuck out of you.”
I scoff. I’m pretty sure I slipped into an alternate dimension or something. That, or he’s just being nice because he feels sorry for me. He’s the only one who really had a conversation with Ben to know what he’s like when he’s been drinking.
I’ve always done everything in my power to ensure no one knew exactly how crappy things got at times.
No, there’s absolutely no way I could’ve been pregnant before I got here. They gave me a test at the other Exchange location before they sent me home.
I can’t be stuck with Ben’s crap for life.
Chapter Nineteen
Miller
Melody spends the morning praying to the porcelain gods. It’s a shitty feeling being unable to fix the problem or even help her feel better.
Nik demands Farrah come into the clinic to see her, otherwise, we’ll be driving to the mainland. The bridge isn’t dangerous in good conditions, but it’s still windy as fuck. Not that it would stop us, but it’s much easier for Farrah to make the five-minute drive across the island than it will be for us to drive forty-five minutes into the next closest town.
Or maybe we’re selfish dicks because our omega is miserable.It could go either way.
My anxiety is through the goddamn roof, but I’m doing everything I can to not let it bleed into Mel. She did some tests when we first got to the medical office, but she joined us in the exam room a few minutes ago.
Melody is in the chair next to mine, but she’s got her head in the crook of my shoulder and her arm wrapped around my middle. I know she’s anxious. Her stress pheromones are thick in the air. Not to mention the fact her hands are shaking as they clutch me.
Farrah opens the office door and carefully sidesteps Carver. The tiny room is crammed full of bodies.
“She’s sick again,” Nik growls, pacing the crowded floor.
“It’s very possible you picked up a virus during your travels or even once you arrived,” Farrah says, giving Melody a soft smile. “I think it would be best if we clear the room, that way I have some additional space.”
“No,” Oliver says, shaking his head. “This involves all of us.”
“It involves my patient,” Farrah corrects, tossing a thumb toward the door. “If she chooses, I’ll bring you back in when I’m donewithMelody’s permission.”
Carver stands by the door. He winks at Mel and opens it, heading out.
“Go on,” I tell Nik and Oliver.
They glare.
“Why do you get to stay?” Oliver asks petulantly. He looks like he’s mentally trying to wish me dead where I sit. Oh yeah, if looks could kill, I think I’d be in real trouble right now.
“My scent helps keep her stomach settled.” I nod for them to get the hell out. They’ll know something as soon as I do. Or immediately after, but in this case, that’ll have to do.
Nik sighs, but they do leave the room.
“You’re sure you’re comfortable with Miller staying?” Farrah asks, raising her eyebrows.
I don’t know what the fuck that look means, but I don’t like it.
