Chapter Nineteen

Sheldon

Travis thought we should hire a moving company, but we hadn’t brought that much with us. Even if he packed up all his belongings that lived at the flat before we arrived it wasn’t anything we couldn’t handle ourselves.

“I don’t want you to feel like a work mule,” Travis sighed, pulling off books from the shelves.

“I don’t,” I laughed. “You’re pacing too.”

“I know, but I’m not pregnant.”

“I’d change that if I could,” I teased him.

“Kinky.”

“Variety is the spice of life.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

“Is this because I want to wait until we’re back stateside to see a doctor? Because I told you that I want a doctor who knows a little bit about vampyric pregnancies. I don’t want to have to educate my doctor. School should’ve done that.”

“I’m sure someone in London has to know ---”

“Someone does. One vampyric midwife in all of London and he’s booked out for three months. If our baby inherits your wolf, they’ll nearly be here by the time I can see him. Where as Dara has many vampyric carriers already on his books and probably knows enough. That way I won’t drink a doctor and have to give birth in a dirty prison cell.”

A growl vibrated over Travis’s lips.

“I’d kill the guards if I had to. Dead doctor or not, no one’s taking you anywhere you don’t want to go,” he said, and a chill ran up my spine.

It should’ve been the scary sort of chill, but it was the sort that reached inside me and touched me in all the right places. He crossed the room in a blur of speed and pulled me in close to him. His already hard dick pressed against my belly and I swallowed hard considering whether I wanted him in my mouth or omegahole. I was slick and hard enough for either option.

Chime.

“Someone’s at the call box. Did we order something I forgot about?” I whispered as if the possible-visitor could hear us.

Chime. Chime.

“That sound is like sandpaper on my skeleton,” I cringed.

“I didn’t order anything. Did you?” Travis asked, covering my ears.

“No,” I shook my head again.

Chime. Chime. Chime.

“Magi! Who’s at the door?” Travis growled.

“Your visitor is wearing a medical badge,” Magi answered.

“I’m going to eat Bobby’s face,” Travis growled again.

“Shall I research face recipes?” Magi asked and I had to stifle a grin.

“Ask who it is, Magi,” Travis said, his scent growing more irritated by the second.

“He says he is Dara from Heartville. That he delivered Shieldon via c-section and Bobby thought he should make a house call.”

“I’m going to eat Bobby’s face,” Travis growled.

“Shhhhh…. Sweetheart,” I cooed to him, unable to hear my own voice through the thick muscles of his hands. “It’s just a doctor. The doctor I’d see in Heartville anyway.”

Still holding onto my head, Travis kissed my forehead. His wolf’s growls still echoed over our mating link. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into his chest. I wasn’t furry, but I learned tidbits of wolf body language in the few weeks we spent locked away together at the London flat.

“I’m okay. He’s not here to do bad stuff,” I whispered against his bare chest. “He’s just here to see the baby.”

“Our baby,” Travis whispered back.

“Yes. He’s not taking our baby home with him. Our baby is locked up tight,” I said, managing not to laugh. “But if you eat him, I don’t think that they’ll let us move to Heartville. We’ll have to go on the run or maybe hide out at the hotel with Trista and the adorable seal and I don’t think my hair would like all the humidity.”

Travis let out a chuckle and some of the tension he held in his shoulders relaxed. I kissed him softly, ignoring the chimes of the call box.

“I think we need to let him in,” I whispered.

“You’re probably right, but I’m still going to eat Bobby’s face.”

“But what if it was his mate who suggested it and Bobby’s only taking the blame?” I asked, rubbing my cheek against his chest again.

“Still him.”

“Shall I let the insistent visitor in or not?” Magi asked.

“Let him in, Magi,” Travis sighed and then added to me, “I’m not putting on a shirt.”

“I’m sure Dara has seen lots of nipples before. He has two mates, right? That means there’s like six nipples in his bed every night.”

“That sounds like either the start to a porno or a scary story.”

“Take it however you want, Alpha,” I said, still holding onto him. “But I think you have to swipe the doctor in now.”

“Then you have to let go of me.”

“But I don’t want to,” I smirked, drawing out the game a bit too long.

In the end, Dara took two rides on the elevator before making it into the flat.

***

Thirty minutes and thousands of questions later, I lay stretched out and shirtless on the sofa. If Dara minded Travis’s pop quiz or his extra elevator ride, he didn’t say anything. Hell, he didn’t even smell like it bothered him. If we didn’t get under his skin what were his other patients like?

Travis hovered at the arm of the sofa near my head, ready to put his hands over my ears if the machine grated against my insides too much.

“This is the quietest portable model. Most of the machines do irritate those who don’t hear them often, but I’ve been advised of your super-hearing,” Dara said. “We’ll go as fast as we can while still being thorough, but if you need a break from the noise, just say something. I’m very fond of the pen inside my pocket and don’t want it to explode.”

“Pens aren’t my specialty,” I flashed the doctor a sheepish grin. “Well, unless you’re clicking it. My magic would be more likely to surge at the machine since it would be the source of discomfort.”

“Well, let’s not let it get to that, for the sake of Baby, of course. Your biggest job outside of nutrition will be staying as relaxed and as stress free as possible while you’re pregnant,” Dara said.

“Now this is ultrasound gel,” he held up a tube with a blue body and a white twisty cap. “It won’t hurt. It’s probably not even cold.”

“I know ultrasounds don’t hurt,” I laughed.

“Well, I’m making sure he does,” Dara said, pointing the tube in Travis’s direction.

“You saved Dakota and the baby,” Travis said. “My wolf is willing to give you a chance to perform this test. He is considering where best to bite a dragon for maximum pain, but he’s almost certain he won’t have to follow through with testing his ideas.”

“That’s almost reassuring,” Dara laughed. “Let’s see Baby. I’d usually say let’s see what we can find, but Travis’s actions and words are very reassuring of the fact you are most definitely pregnant.”

Travis put his hands over my ears, and I glued my eyes to the screen of the portable ultrasound machine. The whoosh-whoosh filled the room and bounced around my organs like a bouncy ball equipped with spikes. My fangs elongated, but if Dara noticed he didn’t say anything.

The screen was a blur of static and then the jellybean inside me came into view.

“Wolf,” Travis and Dara said at the same time.

I bit my lip as the wand remained stationary on my belly. The noise was deadly, making it hard to hold still, but I couldn’t look away from the screen.

“So three months?” I shouted over the noise and Dara winced away.

“More or less,” he nodded.

“That’s not long at all. Can pregnant people use the Other World gateways?” I shouted. “I know flying isn’t recommended past a certain stage.”

“Kill the machine!” Travis growled, his hands trembling against my ears.

The whooshing stopped and I let out a long, slow breath.

“That’s incredible,” Dara said.

“What is?” I asked.

“Just a theory,” he shrugged, “but I think while you’re touching and under noise duress Travis absorbs some of the magic that would normally surge into whatever is annoying you. It would probably be a nifty trick in battle too, but let’s hope that the three of us are never standing on a battlefield.”

“I’d eat them. I’d drink them all down. I’d show them my ancestry,” I said, phantom whooshing sounds still bouncing around my brain.

“If I turn on the blender to make bloodshakes, will you be okay, mate?” Travis whispered against his hand, still resting over my ear.

“I’ll be okay, Alpha,” I nodded and sat up to wipe the gel away from my belly.

“Everything looks good, Sheldon. We’ll put off the well-omega and baby exam until you’re in Heartville and we’re in the office. I’ll leave the morning sickness gummies behind just in case that pops its ugly head out of the woodwork.”

“Thanks, Dara. Sorry I’m extra trouble.”

“You’re no trouble,” Dara grinned and smelled like he was telling the truth. “Each patient is different. Everyone has special and unique needs. I’ll talk to the witches back in Heartville about what we can do to make the machines quieter. Hell, maybe we’ll finance an engineer to make a silent one. I’m sure many people would benefit from it.

“They’re already working on the spells for your house and some practical things too. Your brothers are excited to have you back too. Terrick worries about you more than he wants to admit. I think he’s finally shaking off his black sheep persona.”

“Spirits really do follow him around,” I said, feeling overprotective of Terrick all of the sudden.

“I know, but that doesn’t make him that out of the ordinary in Heartville. The first mate there is haunted too,” Dara chuckled as Travis came back into the living room with a bloodshake for me.