“And you promise not to do any hanky panky until I examine you tomorrow morning?” asked Ian.
“Ahh, do you mean hanky panky like kissing and cuddling or do you mean HANKY-PANKY like…” The rest of Kieran’s words were muffled by Logan’s hand.
“See? I told you, Kieran’s back to normal,” sniggered Colton.
“I mean no hanky-panky, period. I want you to sleep…cuddling and kissing will only lead to something more than that,” Ian said, looking sternly at the Shaman.
Looking dejectedly at his mate, Kieran replied, “You heard the Doc,macushla,there’ll be no hanky panky tonight.”
“That’s okay, babe. I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” Logan whispered.
Perking up, Kieran smiled broadly. “Does that mean I get to pick which mating ritual we’ll do?”
“Mating ritual?” asked Colton.
Logan’s face turned bright red and, ignoring his brother’s question, asked Ian, “Anything I should watch out for?”
“I can’t think of anything…his numbers are good and Kieran’s certainly back to his old self, so I don’t think there’ll be any problem. Just make sure he stays in bed,” Ian responded.
“Will do,” Logan said, scooping up his mate. Pausing for a moment before leaving the room, he turned to Mac. “I also owe you my thanks about Mom. Remember what I said…anything I can do for you, just ask.” Then, Logan tightened his hold on Kieran, smiling down at him as he left.
Mac watched them go, the love between them so palpable, it caused an ache in his heart.Someday, I’m going to have that with my mate.Lost in his dreams, he failed to hear Ian’s question and only when the room’s silence was broken by the sound of a throat being cleared, did Mac come back to the present—only to see Ian scowling at him.What the fuck did I ever do to him?
“Dr. Evans, may I please have the rest of her medical records?” asked Ian.
Oh, so that’s what he asked me.“Here,” Mac said, handing Ian three, very thick folders. “They start the day Aunt Hope arrived, but they don’t include today’s notes. I’ll have those ready for you tomorrow.”
“Thank you, I look forward to reading them. Colton, do you need help carrying your mom? Should I call Jackson?” asked Ian.
“I can help,” Mac offered.
“No, I have her,” said Colton, “and Ian can get the doors.” Moving next to his mother he wrapped her in a blanket, lifted her, and then, cradling her gently in his arms, turned toward the door.
“Ready?” asked Ian.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
Opening the bedroom door, Ian moved aside, clearing the way for Colton and his mom, then, looking once more at Mac, said, “I’ll expect your notes no later than nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”
“Not a problem,” said Mac, coolly. When the bedroom door was finally closed and Mac was alone, he sank down on the bed, shaking his head. “I don’t fucking believe it…Dr. Ian Wallace…here…with my cousins…fuck…mated to one of my cousins…and pregnant. Holy fucking shit! Hunter isn’t going to believe this.”
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On his way to the motorhome, Jackson saw Ian holding the door open as Colton stepped onto the driveway with Hope in his arms. Meeting them halfway, he asked, “How’s Mom?”
“Still in a coma but her heartbeat is stronger and she’s breathing easier, so I’d say better than when she arrived,” replied Ian. “My plan is to get her into the ICU, let her rest tonight and then, tomorrow, if she hasn’t had a relapse, I can run some tests.”
“Sounds good,” Jackson said. “After you’re finished, do you both want to hear from Hunter about what she went through? I decided to restrict the meeting to immediate family and their mates instead of the whole pack.”
Glancing at Ian, Colton replied, “Yeah, I do, but first we have to get Mom settled and then we’ll see if we can both come or just one of us.”
“Fine, let me know as soon as possible. By the way, Theo laid out a great spread on the dining room table in case you guys are hungry,”
“Maybe later,” Ian said, after looking at his mate who was shaking his head.
“No problem. Shoot me a text when you decide who’s going to come to the meeting,” Jackson said, then continued on his way to see Hunter.
Looking out the window, Robin saw their cousin approaching. “Uhm, Hunt, I think you have a visitor.”
