Page 53 of Galaxy Between Us

“You lost your memory for days, Mr. Beckett. I’ve already been monitoring your brain activity with the chip we installed before the transfer bed project, as well as,” she walks around me, yanks my shirt aside, and rips off a patch I didn’t notice was on my shoulder blade, “monitoring your physical recovery, which is…going quite well.”

Ari stifles his laughter. We’ve been very physically active. I’m disturbed by the invasive knowledge that Ritza has been monitoring all my physical energy levels on that damn tablet of hers for the last few days.

“What went wrong with the transfer bed? How come I was affected so badly but not Ari?” I change the topic.

Dr. Ritza carefully attaches her beloved blood-pressure cuff to my arm and allows me to attach one to Arius.

“That’s yet to be determined, but on a broader horizon, both operations were technically successful. You both said that you saw similar things.”

“The rocks,” Arius whispers reminiscently.

“I didn’t actually see anything,” I point out. “It was like a sixth sense entirely the way I remember it, but…”

“It was beautiful,” Ari and I say in unison.

Dr. Ritza raises a thrilled eyebrow while assessing our vitals and being careful not to touch my new mate directly.

“It’s interesting that Arius was able to see it, but you were only able to feel it.”

Ari’s back straightens and he holds his chin up.

“It’s amazing what Omegas are capable of, isn’t it? You’d be surprised what else we can do.”

Dr. Ritza looks taken aback for a second before resuming her stern expression. I grin, gazing at my mate with adoration because he’s fucking right. And fucking adorable. This whole experiment would have been nearly useless without an Omega involved. I didn’t see shit while I was under.

“What else did you see, baby?” I ask, having been mentally absent to know how the operation went for him.

“Rocks. Grainy rocks. They were coated in an unusual violet substance.”

“It remains a mystery, but my team has written up a report on our findings. The article has gotten quite popular,” Ritza adds, finishing up with her tests.

Before I can ask more, the door opens.

“That’s right. The interview quotes from Arius have surpassed the popularity of the elevator scandal. Omegas everywhere are inspired by him,” Gomez enters brightly, relaying the good news.

“Wow, so the scandal and my reputation are fixed?” Arius huffs.

“That’s right,” Gomez smiles, “and congrats, you two! It’s good to have you back, Sir.”

“Glad to see you, too, Gomez,” I pat his back.

“Could we see an ultrasound while we’re here?” Arius speaks up, rubbing his belly.

My dick twitches with pride, but Dr. Ritza laughs.

“Honey, I’m not that kind of doctor. You’ll need a pregnancy specialist.”

My jaw clenches with hormonal anger when Ari pouts lightly. He begins to hop down from the bed, but I put an arm to his chest to keep him there.

“Gomez,” my voice is dark and stern. Luckily, he knows me well enough.

“On it, Sir,” he taps on his phone quickly before holding it to his ear. “I need a pregnancy doctor sent up to Mr. Beckett immediately,” he rallies off the room location to whoever is on the line.

“Knox, it’s fine,” Arius whispers, tugging my arm.

“No. You deserve the best doctor in the universe. I want you and my daughter to be healthy.”

He gazes into my eyes, seeing my care and sincerity about giving him the best treatment. With a nod, he cups my chin and I engulf his mouth with passion. Dr. Ritza grunts at us, packing her shit and leaving while Gomez wraps up the call.