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Her eyes were glossy, and her hand dropped to her midsection. Drea’s husband, Elijah, was a soft-spoken batperson with kind eyes and a hesitant smile. Moriah tried to imagine him spending those two weeks coming to terms with things and conceded that she was in a more enviable position than her friend, at least in that regard. She had no one else who needed to come to terms with anything, only herself.
“And all you had to do was fuck a strange werewolf to make it happen.”
Drea exclaimed in outrage again, hitting Moriah with her napkin as the latter laughed.
“You are theworst. I mean, yes. You’re absolutely right; that’s exactly what happens. It’s not on a fuckinggurney, though, you hag. It’s. . . well, there are actually a few options. It’s all right there in the examination room, but it’s the size of one of those big hospital suites, you know, like in a private hospital if you’re in extended care? There was an examination table with stirrups, a little armless couch thing, and-and a bed. Everything is monitored, so you’re never in danger, and like I said, it all happens in the clinic.”
She had trailed off, and Moriah leaned over the table expectantly.
“And?! You honestly think I’m going to be okay with ‘it all happens right there in the clinic’ without any details? You said you wanted to tell me all about this place, so tell!”
She watched as her friend covered her face with her hands, the gold markings around her eyes catching the light streaming in from the coffee shop windows.
“Well, the first time we used the examination table. I think I felt more comfortable telling myself it was a procedure, you know? I had my legs in the stirrups as if I was there for a pelvic exam, and he stood between my legs and . . . Did his thing.”
Moriah held up her hand and shook her head in stupefaction.
“If you think you’re going to gloss over the details and hand wave me through, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.” Drea moaned, hiding her face in her hands again. “Suck it up, sunshine. I have cried my little tears and have had my little moment, and now I want to hear all the gory details.”
“Well, we started on the examination table the second month, but we moved to the bed.” She looked as if she wanted to drop through the floor, and Moriah had no doubt that if she lay the back of her hand on Drea’s cheek, it would be burning hot. “He-he said he wanted to be able to get in deeper.” She dropped her head to the table in mortification as Moriah leaned in, full of wonder.
“Like, hands and knees?Doggy-style?”
“I can’t stand you. I don’t know why we’re friends.”
“Well, am I wrong?!”
“Then the third month,” she went on, ignoring Moriah, “we just . . . used the bed the whole time. Didn’t bother with the examination table.”
“And did he?”
Drea’s brow wrinkled, not understanding the question, the gold marking shifting like flower petals.
“Did he get in deeper?”
Drea leveled her a malevolent look, but Moriah didn’t care. She tried to imagine herself at such a facility, meeting with a strange man for something so intimate with doctors and nurses bustling around, her mind only able to conjure up the examination rooms at the fertility clinic with which she was already familiar. It was hardly an environment that would inspire lustful feelings, she thought.
Drea huffed in annoyance, glancing swiftly around before leaning over the table conspiratorially.
“Oh yeah, he got in deep.Realdeep. Like, ‘I’m pretty sure it was bumping into my tonsils’ deep. The whole point of aligning your cycle to the moon is they get triggered by the smell of the heat, and the closer to the moon, the more their anatomy . . . changes.”
Moriah sputtered.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What do you meanchanges? Are they actuallychangedwhen you meet for your procedure? Like, are they already wolfmen? Do I have to fuck a strange wolfman?!”
She thought her friend was going to leave. Either that or crawl beneath the table.
“No! I swear to the Mother, I am going to kick you under the table so hard . . . stop making people look at us! No, they don’t change like that, not-not yet. It’s the lead-up to the moon; the clinic is super particular about the timing so that no one gets hurt. But they have . . . you know,knotsby then, and that’s the point. They can go over and over again because the smell keeps them hard, and the whole point of knotting is to increase the possibility of insemination. You’re basically corked up like a wine bottle.”
“Wow. That soundssomessy.”
They both dissolved into laughter at that point, but Moriah was amazed at what her friend had done.
“So now what? You’re going to raise a werewolf baby then? Do you have to take classes or something?”
Drea shook her head, getting serious again.
“No, it’s not like that at all. Once it takes successfully, you stay partially under the clinic’s care the entire time. Like, you could still see your own OB and go to the hospital of your choice for delivery, but you’ll still go to the clinic every month. They start administering in-utero suppressants at the start of the second trimester.”
