I pulled him down on top of me and put my mouth to his ear. “No storks. But I agree we should practice by putting my cock in your hole.”
“I like the way you think.”
18
BRONSON
When I woke up this morning, I felt awful. It was like back in my wild college days when I’d been drinking all weekend, hadn’t touched a glass of water in days, and was running on two hours of sleep. Back then, I deserved to feel this way because I’d done all of those things, but now? Not so much. I’d gone to bed early. I’d eaten a normal dinner. I’d had no alcohol at all. There was absolutely no reason for me to feel this way.
Didn’t make my body hurt any less.
My mate was already up, and I couldn’t get my ass out of bed no matter how hard I tried. There was no way I was making it to work on time, if at all.
Lincoln came back to the bedroom, a towel tied low on his waist, having just come out of the shower. “Your turn.”
“I’m going to sleep a bit more,” I said.
“Don’t you have to be to work?”
“I’m gonna use PTO.”
He crossed over to me and pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. “You don’t feel warm. Are you sick?”
“Just tired, I think.” I was less sure of that by the minute, but the last thing I wanted to do was to upset my mate.
“I’ll stay home, take care of you.”
“No, silly alpha. I’m just gonna sleep a couple more hours and probably head into work a bit late. No big deal.”
Somehow that convinced him, which was good, because I did need the sleep. Only when I woke up, my stomach decided to revolt. It was near one o’clock in the afternoon, well past what I normally considered sleeping in.
“Well, this isn’t any good.” I was calling it… I was sick.
I brushed my teeth and cleaned up as best I could before heading to the walk-in clinic. If I had something contagious, I definitely did not want to give it to my mate.
The intake nurse was nice, taking my vitals and assuring me that I did not have a fever, which I hadn’t been so sure about after the incident worshiping the porcelain gods. They told me the doctor would be in soon. They didn’t seem as worried as I was, but then again, their job was to keep patients calm and happy.
The doctor came in a few minutes later. “So, what brings you in today?”
“I feel hungover.” It was the best description I could come up with, but the second he responded, I saw my mistake.
“Is that unusual when you drink?”
“It’s unusual I would drink enough to feel this way, but back in my college days, yeah, this happened a time or five.” It washard to believe that once upon a time I would do that. It was so different from the life I currently led.
“How much did you drink last night?”
“That’s the thing. Nothing.” I couldn’t be mad at him for jumping to that conclusion because I pretty much led him straight to it. If I were able to think more clearly, I’d have approached the entire conversation differently, but as it was, keeping my head up was taking most of my energy.
“Okay. I’m going to do a couple of tests, and we’ll go from there. I see that you’re wearing a ring. Does that mean there’s a possibility you’re pregnant?”
Could I be? I hadn’t considered that. But if this was what pregnancy felt like, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it.
“I’m not doing anything to prevent pregnancy, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Why don’t we start with that?”
“Pregnancy makes you feel like death?”
