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“The baby was most likely pushing to get into position. He could have been pushing on Beau’s kidney or liver. Either would have caused discomfort.”

“All right. Roman is calm again, and I’ve convinced him to stay at work until he’s finished with classes. We need him to be able to take time off after the baby is born, but if he starts taking time here and there now, that will cut into his paternity leave.”

I was thankful that Vaughn was an enforcer. He was going to get another month off after our little girl was born. More time if we needed it. I didn’t think we would though. I’d already decided to come in with her in a carrier I was wearing, and I would magically make whatever was needed, and then I’d walk back home. I’d do that three days, and Beau would do it the other three. Hopefully, our plan was going to work out. I’d already told Beau that I eventually did want to leave, though, because I wanted to be home. Something had shifted, and he finally seemed to understand.

“All right,” Beau said as he sat up with Dr. King’s help. “I’m ready to get back to the bakery. We have more cinnamon rolls to get made, and we need about twelve dozen frosted cookies. We also need cupcakes still.”

“Don’t forget the muffins,” I said. We’d not been at work too long yet, and although there were lots of things ready, we needed to get everything else made up so we could go home.

“Sorry about interrupting, Dr. King,” Beau said.

“Don’t be. It is always better if you come in and get checked out rather than ignore something that is causing you pain. This was a needed visit.” Dr. King looked directly at me. “Same goes for you. If you ever feel as if something isn’t quite right, come in. If it’s after hours, I cannot stress this enough—call. Camden and I are both on call twenty-four hours a day. Babies come whenever they want, and I’ll say that they seem to come more in the middle of the night than they do during business hours.”

“All right,” I said. What else could I say?

I helped Beau down off the table, and we followed Dr. King out of the exam room.

“Everything all right?” Dr. Kennedy asked.

“Yes,” he told his One. “The baby has now turned, and he was trying to get comfortable after doing so, at the expense of Beau’s liver or kidney.”

Dr. Kennedy winced. “I feel for you on that. Merlin, although not super chunky, was long, and he was wrapped up like a pretzel. Those last few weeks were painful at times,” Dr. Kennedy said as he rubbed his side.

We all walked down the hallway to the front waiting room. I noticed the decorations now, and Owen had changed them from the snowflakes that had been here last time to hearts everywhere. I grinned. We didn’t necessarily celebrate human holidays, but I knew several others who took their mates out on Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t go anywhere except the café here on Treasure Ridge, and honestly, just going home and having a nice nap on Vaughn’s really comfortable couch sounded like the perfect evening. Oh, and of course, some pizza and chocolate cake. I loved lemon, usually, but that seemed to be the one thing that didn’t quite settle with me while pregnant, unfortunately.

“Follow-up appointment or appointments needed?” Owen asked.

“Not at the moment. Beau will be a bit uncomfortable for a few more hours possibly, but beyond that, the baby is right on schedule. Lewis is still sixish weeks out from his delivery date if I remember correctly.”

“I am,” I said.

“Everything is good, then?” Owen asked.

“Everything is fine,” Dr. King said. “They were being cautious, which is exactly what they should be doing.”

“Thanks, Dr. King,” Beau said. I grinned before we waved and left the clinic.

“Do you want to walk, or do you want to magick our way back over?” I asked Beau.

He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath before letting it out. “Maybe walk. It’s not far at all and will only take five minutes at most.”

I nodded and used a little magic to get a coat and hat. “Do you need me to get yours?” I asked. But it wasn’t needed. Beau was suddenly bundled up as well.

“I just love it outside,” I said. “The wind can be a bit much here at times though,” I added.

Beau looped his arm inside mine. “Agreed. Although I’ll say that it’s worse up here on the mountain than it is down in Timber Valley where I live. I think you just get more wind up here than we do down there.”

The wind picked up just then, and it turned from bitterly cold to warm. “Do you see the sparkles?” I asked Beau.

“Yep,” he said and smiled. “Hello there, whoever or whatever you are.”

I gasped. “Is this whatever it is that seems drawn to pregnant omegas?”

Beau looked at me. “I think so. And right now, there are two of us here. I’m sure that was the biggest draw.” Beau suddenly looked around. “I don’t see anything that could be dangerous, so I think it’s just saying hello.”

I grinned as I reached out. “Well, I like it, whatever it is. It feels magical.”

“It does.” He sighed. “It sort of reminds me of home, but everywhere at home feels magical, so that relates.”