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“I guess I could take a little time off today.” As if he hadn’t already been taking a ton of time off every other day. His entire focus had been on me. And while I appreciated that, I also knew that he had a lot to accomplish between meeting some other Alphas to discuss new intel and dealing with finances.
I fell back asleep, and when I woke up, I was in my skin again, the urge to use the bathroom and empty my stomach hitting me right at the surface. Twice in one day was two times too many.
This time, when I came out, my mate was there, letting me know that the doctor was on their way.
I was scared, scared the doctor was gonna say the drugs hadn’t left my body, scared that I was in for more badness before things got good, scared that this was going to be my new norm. So much fear and thankfully for nothing.
The doctor was in our room for less than a minute when he said, “Oh, this has nothing to do with the club,” with a smile on his face.
“What do you mean?” Boaz asked.
“Inhale deeply, Alpha.”
The doctor didn’t bother telling me to do the same because he knew my nose was shit from my last exam. I’d probably go see him about my nose at some point. This doctor listened better than any I’d ever consulted before. He could possibly have a better shot at not necessarily fixing it, but at least making my scenting issue better.
My mate did as requested, sucking in a deep breath.
“No.” He smiled brightly as he spoke, drawing out the O. He leaned in close and did it again. “Ah, this is the best news ever.”
I was so confused.
“Wait… will the drugs mess it up? Do we have to worry?” Boaz’s tone went suddenly dead serious.
“No, Boaz. You and your mate don’t have to worry. The baby was very protected even before those drugs entered the body.”
“Baby?” Is that what this was? I was pregnant?
“Yes. You’re gonna be dads.”
“So there’s only one? Or am I having a litter?” I had so many questions, but those were the ones that popped out first.
The doctor shrugged, obviously amused.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re having one or a thousand.” Boaz cupped my cheek sweetly. “Because however many they are, they’re part of our family.”
“You—You can pipe down right there.” I made my best growly face at my mate. “I am not having a thousand babies. I don’t mind a respectable litter, but past that—no.”
He barked out laughing, as did the doctor. Apparently, my desire to not give birth to an entire army of kittens was amusing to them.
And now that I was thinking about it… it was amusing to me too.
17
BOAZ
“Stop what you’re doing!”
Too loud, my wolf complained.
My mate froze as he was reaching inside a kitchen cupboard for a mug. “What?” he screeched and ducked, grabbing a frying pan as he lowered himself to the ground. “Who? Where?” He gripped the pan’s handle as if he was going to bash someone with it.
Shit! I’d scared Keane, and I was supposed to be helping and protecting him. I sank onto the floor beside him and with one hand removed the pan while I draped the other around his shoulders.
“I didn’t want you to strain yourself. Tell me when you need something from a high shelf.”
“That’s it?” His voice was at screech level 10. “All of that was about a mug?” He put a hand to his chest. “My heart is racing and hurdling over fences, thinking someone is attacking us.”
“I’m so sorry, Kitten.”
