Malachi smiled, his fangs poking out of his lip. "I know just the doctor for the job."
10
Malachi
"Uh... everything okay, Malachi?"
"Yes, my love. Why wouldn't it be?"
"You're digging your claws into that chair like you want it to die."
I glanced down at the waiting room chair's armrests. Indeed, I'd shredded the cheap fabric with my nails in frustration. I pulled my hands into my lap.
"I apologize," I said. "The waiting is testing my patience. He should be faster than this."
Scotty flipped through a magazine idly. "You know this doctor, right?"
"Yes. We're old friends. Though if he takes any longer, I'll be reconsidering his friend status."
Scotty chuckled. "That's how I felt about Spencer when he ditched me at the club, but we've made up since then. I couldn't stay annoyed at him since I metyouthat night."
Scotty punctuated this comment by leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. My frustration melted away. I was the one with the so-called magical fangs, but my fated mate had magical powers over me as well. He could flip my mood into a good one instantly.
Still, we'd been waiting for a solid half-hour at this point. My doctor friend welcomed us for a private appointment and took the necessary tests on Scotty before disappearing into his lab. I wasn't an impatient man by nature, but I needed to know the results of these tests as soon as possible.
He ran tests to determine two important things: if my fangshadsomehow magically cured Scotty's anemia—and if Scotty was pregnant.
As I vibrated restlessly in my chair, Scotty's warm hand slipped into mine and he flashed me his magical smile. It was impossible not to smile back at him.
"You're gorgeous, my fated mate," I murmured.
He blushed. I loved the way his whole face lit up when I complimented him. His cheeks, his eyes, his smile...
I couldn't resist him. I pulled in to give him a kiss.
"Hello, sorry to keep you waiting!"
Neither of us let the interruption cut our kiss short. We let it play out fully before turning our attention to the doctor.
"Took you long enough, Daemen," I muttered.
My pale-faced demon friend put a hand on his hip. "Blame the equipment, alright? Trust me, I've been in your position before and I'm just as excited as you to find out the results. Now come into my office."
We shuffled into the cozy, inviting room and took our seats. There were two prominent framed photos on display. One was of a chubby brown-skinned man with sweet eyes. Beside it was a photo of a baby with curiously similar features to both that man and Daemen. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize it was his baby.
"Isn't he the cutest?" Daemen crooned. "This is my little Georgie, and this is my mate Miguel." He sighed wistfully. "Hell, I miss them and I've only been gone since this morning."
"I understand the feeling," I said, tightening my grip on Scotty's hand.
Daemen met my gaze knowingly. He was a shifter, but not an animal—like me, he was a supernatural entity. A demon. As such, I felt a kinship with him. Both of us knew how lucky we were to find our fated mates.
"All right, no more sense in waiting," Daemen said, shuffling his papers. He set them aside, clasped his hands together on the desk and leaned in. "Scotty, the results of your tests are in."
My mate sat upright eagerly. "I'm listening."
Daemen pushed a piece of paper towards Scotty, who scanned the document with furrowed brows.
"Er... this is all chemicals and numbers I don't understand," Scotty admitted.
