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Are they as scared as me?
“Do you really put your tablets in after the liquid?” Mal asks, scrunching his nose up as I swallow.
“How do you do it?” Micah asks, tilting his head in confusion.
“I put the tablets into my mouth and then take a sip of water to help swallow them,” Mal says.
“I swallow them dry,” Voss says, shrugging.
“But then you taste it,” I say, shivering as I imagine the bitter taste touching my tongue. I prefer taking capsules to start with, but when it’s a normal tablet, that’s just grim. “No, this way is the best way.”
“Here,” Orson says, passing me a hot water bottle.
It’s a long thin one, grey in colour with white spots on, and has a really long string at the end.
“Wrap it around your waist,” he urges, and I do before he crouches to my side and ties it.
“Holy shit!” I say, smiling as it clings to me. I could get up and walk around and it would stay in place. I adjust it a little bit, so that the heat is hitting the part that’s in the most pain. “Thank you.”
“How are you feeling?” he asks, cupping my cheek. I lean into his touch, feeling reassured that he’s here. That I’m home.
“Fine,” I reply, moving away a little. I’m mad at him. I forgot about that when his delicious citrusy scent is here confusing my senses.
“Atticus told me you wanted a doctor’s appointment,” Orson says, and I nod. “I’ve narrowed the options down, and there’s two that I recommend. It depends what you want, though.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
He glances around the room. “Well, it depends if you want one who specialises in obstetrics or gynaecology.”
“What’s the difference?” Micah asks, looking between Orson and I as my lips part ever so slightly.
He’s asking me to make a big decision here.
Do I want to get pregnant during my heat? Or do I want to attempt birth control or something similar?
“I made both appointments,” Orson continues, looking only at me. “They’ll likely cross over. A lot. But whatever decision you make means we’ll know who to continue seeing.”
I nod slowly, my heart racing. I really don’t know. Can I really have a baby in my state? Is a baby really something I want to bring into this world when I’ve only barely made the decision that I want to continue living in it?
“We’ll go tomorrow if that’s okay with you,” he says, and I nod again. “Do you need anything else? Are you cold? Hungry?”
I shake my head slowly, and he nods, coming to sit on the side of the chair right next to me.
“Then let’s get down to business,” Atticus says, glaring at his brother with pure hatred in his eyes.
“Wait, what was that with the doctor’s appointments?” Malachi asks, and Atticus sighs. “What are the differences between the two?”
“Babies,” I say dryly. “Do I want to get pregnant during my heat cycle or not?”
And that sends everyone into a tizzy—well, everyone except Orson, Griffin, and I. I don’t care about anyone’s reactions except Cevon’s, though.
“We can talk about this together,” I say, connecting with his inner lion. My mate’s eyes are wide with panic, the swirling colours showing how out of depth he is right now. “Take a deep breath and let it out.”
“I can’t.” He’s not referring to his breathing here.
“And that is something we’ll discuss,” I say, rubbing his knee. He gives a jerky nod, and I pull my hand away.
“Okay, let’s figure this shit out,” Orson says, cutting off the conversation about babies, to my relief. “What’s everyone got happening this week?”
