As my heart spins round
Running wild, running free
Is just right for me”
“Dakota? Slate? We’re here.”
Chapter 7
Colton, holding Ian’s black bag, pushed open the bedroom door and after seeing his brother and Slate, then stepped aside, letting Ian enter first. “Hi guys,” Ian said, heading over to the bed. “Slate, do you mind getting up?”
“Don’t go far,” cautioned Dakota, sitting up.
“I won’t,” Slate said.
“Why don’t you tell me what happened?” asked Ian, placing a blood pressure cuff around his patient. While listening to Dakota, Ian finished his examination. “Is this the first time you have vomited since…”
“Yes,” Dakota said, “since I became pregnant.” Then he glanced at his mate, before asking, “Is something wrong with our pup?”
“Your vitals are good and while I can’t be absolutely certain without some additional tests, I’m pretty sure your pup is fine. Given that, it’s safe to say you had a bout of morning sickness.”
“But it’s the afternoon,” Slate blurted out.
“Morning sickness can occur at any time,” replied Colton. “Dakota, don’t you remember? Jackson was sick every day at noon?”
“I forgot about that,” Dakota said. “Are you saying this’ll occur every day while I’m pregnant?”
“No, not at all,” answered Ian. “It usually lasts only a couple of months, but I should mention that during that time, you’ll be tired quite a bit and it’s important for the pup that you rest whenever you feel the need to.”
“Is there something you can give him for the morning sickness?” asked Slate.
“No, not a prescription, but I have heard…”
“Ginger tea,” Dakota said. “At school I learned it helps with nausea.”
“That, it does,” concurred Ian.
“I bet there’s a whole bunch of natural remedies I can try,” Dakota said, eager to begin researching them. “Babe, would you bring me my tablet?”
“Don’t you want to rest first?” asked Slate.
“I’m fine, right?” Dakota said, looking at Ian.
“You are fine, but I agree with Slate. I want you to rest for at least an hour. Then, if there’s no more vomiting, you can get up,” replied Ian.
Remembering his promise to himself, Dakota said, “Okay, sleep first. Now out, so I can follow your orders.”
Chuckling as he packed up Ian’s medical bag, Colton said, “Trust me bro, you will appreciate the rest.”
“I know but…”
“But nothing,” said Slate. “I’ll be right back after I see Ian and Colton out.” Then, helping his mate lie back down, he threw the blanket over him.
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Mason rapped on Hunter’s office door, then entered. “Hey, got a minute.”
Hitting the send button on another email to Jackson, he looked at his brother and said, “Sure. A problem?”
