Instead of reminding him that he didn’t need to keep thanking me for simply caring, I dropped a quick kiss on his head and resolved to work harder at ensuring that my sweet Omega didn’t doubt how much he meant to me, even if I hadn’t given in to my urge to tell him yet.
Chapter Fifteen
Paul
Good morning, Mr….” The nurse hesitated and flipped through the folder in her hand. “I’m sorry but the file is missing your surname,” she murmured with an exaggerated wince.
“You can call me Paul,” I suggested as Sylas snapped, “It’s Rogers.”
That was the first time I’d seen him get cranky with anyone who wasn’t directly threatening me and I glanced at him in surprise. He colored slightly but gave a one-shoulder shrug.
“It is Rogers,” I repeated to the confused looking nurse, “but you can still call me Paul.”
“Um, okay,” she agreed hesitantly, side-eying Sylas as she did. I had to stifle a laugh. She flitted around, quickly taking my vitals and dashing notes on the chart in front of her before handing me a paper gown. “Paul, why don’t you take off your clothes and put this on,” she suggested. “The opening will go in the back, please.”
“Okay.” I accepted it, waiting for more instructions, but all she did was smile and reach for the doorknob.
“The doctor will be right in.”
When the door closed behind her, I pulled my t-shirt over my head and began to unbutton my jeans. “So, you want to tell me what that was about, Kujo?”
Sylas grunted. “Sorry.”
I snorted. “That’s so not an answer.”
This time I got a sigh. “I can admit that I don’t like the thought of someone else touching my pregnant husband, okay?” Sylas rolled his eyes. “I know it’s stupid, but it’s kind of hardwired in with the Alpha personality.”
“I get it,” I assured him, carefully hiding my smile. “To be honest, I didn’t mind at all,” I admitted, kicking off my jeans and sliding into the gown.
“No?” Sylas picked them up and folded them, setting them on top of the shirt that he’d already folded.
“Nope,” I confirmed, walking over to press my body to his and sighing when he wrapped his strong arms around me. “I know it isn’t real, but it still feels good to be wanted, cared about.”
“Oh, Tiger,” Sylas murmured, nipping at the edge of my ear. “It’s definitely real.”
Before the conversation could progress any further, a faint knock came at the door. “Everybody decent?” The low voice made it clear that the new arrival wasn’t the female nurse.
I cocked a brow at Sylas who huffed at me before responding. “Come in,” Sylas called back, giving me one last squeeze as the door opened.
“Paul, nice to meet you,” the man greeted me warmly, engulfing my hand in his and squeezing it before turning to Sylas. “I’m Doctor Kalen. Alpha Rogers, congratulations on your little one.”
To my surprise, Sylas just smiled and nodded his thanks but didn’t correct him as he kissed my cheek, looking every inch the proud papa. “Paul’s doing all the hard work,” he said with a teasing grin.
The doctor glanced at the chart in his hand and smiled approvingly. “You must be doing something right,” he said with a grin. “In this day and age, it’s rare to see a pregnant Omega in such prime condition.” He winked at me. “That’s always a sign of an Alpha who takes his responsibilities seriously.”
I couldn’t help but snicker. “Sylas is very, very thorough when it comes to my care,” I agreed, ignoring the groan from Sylas as I smiled innocently at the doctor. “Always at my beck and call.”
“Excellent,” the doctor commented, scribbling a note on the chart. “Now, what do you say we get baby’s first picture?”
I felt my jaw drop a bit. “What?”
“An ultrasound,” Dr. Kalen specified, holding up a bulbous wand. “It might seem a little intrusive, but it will let us check on the baby’s development and you’ll have a picture to take home.” He hesitated and raised a brow at Sylas. “Assuming your Alpha is okay with it?”
“Of course, I am,” Sylas said immediately with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Hop up on the bed, love.”
“Um, okay.” I was suddenly out of my depth. It hadn’t really occurred to me to googlewhatwould happen at the doctor when I looked up the information on when my first appointment should be. Climbing up to sit on the high cot, I cast a nervous look at Sylas who immediately asked the doctor to give us a moment alone.
When the door closed behind Dr. Kalen, Sylas began to stroke my back. “What’s wrong?”
