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I hated doctors and their judging gazes, but Doc Gage was the worst with his long, dark hair and old soul eyes, ones that lookedat grown men like they were children. He used to be around here much more during war times, which happened to be when I was extra rambunctious as a kid. I’d just lost my mom and didn’t give a fuck about alot of stuff, and he witnessed a lot of my stunts gone bad.
“I haven't seen you in a while, Mrs. Desmond . . . . What could make your new husband’s so worried?” The clipped tone had me rolling my eyes as Ax gently laid me down, eyeing the doctor in a warning, but Doc Gage was used to that. It didn't faze him.
The rest of my mates filtered in and shut the door as I mumbled and looked down at my clenched hands. “It's been three years since the wedding, Doc, I don't think they’renewanymore… and my boobs hurt.”
“Excuse me?” His annoyed tone rang true, making me feel even more like I was a little sissy.
“Just . . . check me out. They’re sore, and I’ve never had that happen before.” I huffed out, tired of all the commotion that was being made for this. If there was nothing wrong with me, I was going to kill someone just to make me feel better.
Doc Gage rolled his eyes, giving out a lame excuse to leave and my mates all turning a scowl in his direction. I almost cracked a smile when he raised his brow in response to them. I would pay good money to see him go toe-to-toe with my mates.
Falcon broke the macho death stares first. “Please. Look at Rayla.”
Doc Gage flicked his eyes toward Falcon, assisting him before sighing out, giving a slight nod before he faced me again. “I'm going to do an overall look, and I need you to behonest. Can you do that, young lady?”
I winced at his tone and mumbled out, “Yeah. I guess so.”
He smirked, asked me a few questions, and then asked if he could use his magic to run a scan of my body. I nodded to confirm.
I could feel the agitated vibrations in the air around me. My mates’ anxiety, stress, and worry were palpable. Almost suffocating. I was seconds away from asking them all to leave when Doc Gage sat down next to me.
His eyes widened before settling on a hesitant softness that I’d never seen on his face before.
“Oh, fuck, am I dying?”
The words came out of my mouth before I even thought about it, but he simply kept that same creepy, nice smile that was freaking me out.
“No. You're not dying.” His attention was completely on me as his smile turned slightly devilish, and he continued. “But it might feel like you are.”
I tilted my head, not understanding as my mind jumped to conclusions. Did I get poisoned by that fucking demon? Damnit! I was going to have to tell Cosmo he was right about me being too impulsive.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Who do I need to kill?’
“What is your diagnosis?”
“Can we help her?”
“See! This is what I’m always telling you, Ray!”
I could feel all my mates circle around me grow tighter, like a bomb was about to go off, when Doc Gage's stern voice sounded above theirs.
“Calm down! Rayla is pregnant.”
The whole room went still, even the air around us seemed to stop as they all slowly turned toward me. My breath stopped just as my heart began to pound against my chest.
My voice was shaky as I asked, “Wwwhaat?”
Doc Gage smiled wider as he patted my hand, stood up, and looked at the guys. “You guys are having a baby. Congratulations!” He turned back to me. “I’ll need to start seeing you regularly. It looks like you’ll be having a little vampire, which means we’ll need to be giving you regenerative blockers tomake sure your body doesn't reject all the changes that will be happening. Each species has different needs and different things you’ll need to take being the mother, but we can talk about that later.”
He practically skipped to the door as my voice caught in my throat, trying to call him back, but nothing came out.
“All the symptoms you’re feeling are normal, so don't worry about dying. You're fine. Oh! And I will tell your fathers. They will be ecstatic to hear the news and have lots of questions. That's my gift to you all. You're welcome.”
Our dads . . . Oh, fuck.
The door shut behind him, and I finally looked at my mates, all of them with varying emotions. Happiness, fear, love, excitement, worry; all of their feelings mimicked my own.
