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“How often does the date of your period fluctuate?”
“Not often, but I’m not pregnant.”
“I’m not saying you are, but I do think we should see if we can get you in with a specialist while we’re in the city. Last night, your pheromones were thicker than they ever have been. It felt very much like a mini heat.” He smiles, showing off his perfect and slightly predatory teeth. “Are you sore this morning, baby girl?”
“No,” I whisper as my eyes fall shut.
“Mmm, well, in that case, I think we know what we’re going to do to pass the time until they get back from the gym…”
I smile as he rolls over on top of me, fully caging me in with his strong frame.
It did feel a lot like they slipped into rut last night. The only memories I have are hazy too, but I know better than to let myself get too excited. My pack is all the Christmas miracle I could ask for.
ChapterThirty
Fitz
“If you don’t stop jiggling your foot, then I’m going to be forced to break both your kneecaps,” Warrick hisses under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” Ramsey growls back, keeping his voice low. “I’m kind of losing my shit.”
“We all are,” I assure him, stretching back in the uncomfortable office chair.
Warrick made some calls. It took a few days, but someone apparently owed him a favor. I get the feeling it had to do with how he was injured, but I’m just grateful they moved fast. Yesterday was a miserable day. They sent her for lab work and we got no answers.
One of the top omega specialists on the East Coast is going to go over all her records with us, but they called her back and made us wait in the waiting room.
I don’t like it.
All three of us smell sour with the acrid scent of our anxiety. We’ve been sitting out here with no updates for close to an hour and a half. If it goes much longer, then I’m going to have to ask the receptionist to get us some information. Having Tinsel out of my sight makes my impulses difficult to manage.
“Why the hell is it taking so long?” Ramsey growls.
“Fuck if I know,” Warrick says with a heavy sigh.
“I hope this isn’t a bad sign,” I whisper more to myself than to them. I’m pretty sure we’re all feeding off each other’s stress and anxiety, but we’re doing our best to keep it from spilling over to our omega.
“All right, you can come on back,” the nurse says, popping her head out into the waiting room and making eye contact with us.
We shove ourselves out of our chairs and follow silently. She guides us down a hallway, past a bunch of exam rooms, and opens a door. We file inside, and the room is obviously an office, but it’s set up for packs. There’s a long couch and several chairs on one side of the room and a desk with more seats on the other.
Tinley spins around, giving a little wave. She’s got a bandage on the opposite arm from yesterday.
There’s a chubby older man with salt-and-pepper hair and a curly beard on the other side of the desk. “Welcome, I’m Dr. Benson. Have a seat and we’ll get into it.”
There are four chairs, but I want to hold my omega. However, Warrick gets there first, scooping her up and taking her seat before I can snatch her away.
“Are you good?” I bend to give her a quick kiss and ignore War’s low warning growl.
“I’m good,” she says. “I promise.”
Ramsey and I settle into the other chairs.
“Yes, snuggle your omega.” Dr. Benson chuckles, nodding at Warrick. “Okay, let’s see…” He grabs several sheets of paper and places them down on the desk. I grab one and Warrick grabs the other. “The graph on top is baseline hormone levels in an average female omega. The one on the bottom left is Tinley’s from her last annual exam.” He hums, pushing up his glasses. “So, that’s about nine months ago. The colors indicate each specific hormone, but I’m not going to bore you with the names because some of them are ridiculously long. Anyway, all of her levels were consistently low. Now, the bottom right is where she’s at today.” He smiles. “We did an ultrasound this morning—”
“You’re pregnant?” Ramsey sputters.
“No,” Tinley says with a laugh.
