The nurse couldn’t look me in the eye as she moved around me. The doctor wasn’t any better. Blaidd stood in the far corner of the room, watching like a creep. After giving them a urine sample, they drew some blood and checked my blood pressure. Surprisingly, it was normal—considering I wanted to stab Blaidd.
Is there any way I can stab his dick off without hurting Fenrir?I raged at Bouda.
Hmm. Probably not.
I lay back on the crisp paper.
Pity.
But should I really have been surprised that he controlled people like a puppet master? That was his whole MO.
I sagged onto the bed.
I just wanted to see my family.
They applied a thick gel, and I focused on the screen, squinting—it was so small. Probably a portable ultrasound device.
“Move that closer to her,” Blaidd snapped.
I ignored him.
His confirmation that morning about Fenrir had rocked me to my core. How had Fenrir ended up bound to him? And why now, after centuries? I might not have believed it if I hadn’t seen Fenrir’s gigantic form with my own eyes.
Ugh. Why did he have to be attached to him?
I stared at Blaidd, hoping he could feel my disgust seeping out of me.
The rapid flutter of a heartbeat filled the room. It reminded me of hummingbird wings. I calculated quickly—I was almost eleven weeks pregnant. Excitement surged as I stared at the screen.
I ignored his scent as he moved closer.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” the nurse said, shifting the wand.“You’re having twins.”
Wonderful, she said. Twins? I need to push two babies out of my vagina?
Twins, Bouda sighed.
Don’t you start as well, I snapped.
Something brushed my hand. I tore my eyes away from the screen.
God. He was trying to hold my hand.
I yanked my hand back and swung for his face—but the bastard was too fast. He lunged backwards, just out of reach.
“Doctor, can you give me some advice on how to survive hormonal changes?” he asked, smoothing his tie down his pristine white shirt.
“Uh… hmm.” The man was visibly nervous.
My preference would’ve been a female doctor, but the reality was that Blaidd would’ve just forced some poor woman to do his bidding.
I took a deep breath and turned back to the screen, staring at the two tiny sacs.
“I want lots of pictures,” I told the nurse.“Lots.”
She nodded and carefully moved the wand through the gel, pointing out the innocent new lives growing inside me.
Bouda stayed silent, but together we choked up as we watched and listened.
