My cheeks were flushed—hell, everything about me was flushed; my body ached with need, but I straightened myself and nodded.
Sabine looked from Brock to me and smirked. Werewolves sensed desire.
Kill me now.
Yet, her smile was coy. “Shall we do this in the guest bedroom or here?”
“Here,” Brock growled.
She’d totally cockblocked him and he was mad. I would’ve laughed about it if I weren’t frustrated too.
Sabine rolled the cart to the edge of Brock’s bed. “This is an internal ultrasound, so I’ll need you to take off your pants and underwear. You can get under the covers if you’re shy.”
My eyes widened. I wasn’t shy in the least, but come on, this wasn’t just like walking around naked. This was… shit.
Brock turned then, giving me his back while Sabine fiddled with the screen on the machine. I quickly kicked off my boots, peeled off my jeans and panties, and jumped under the covers.
“You can turn around,” I squeaked. Yeah, I was all shades of uncomfortable.
When Brock turned, his eyes were molten lava, and I forgot about being uncomfortable. All I could think about was that I wanted Sabine gone, so I could have the wolf to myself.
‘I knew I’d get you naked in my bed again,’he purred into my mind.
My eyes bugged. It was just like when I spoke with Cass.‘Hey, get out of my head,’I shot back, which only succeeded in making him grin.
He sat in the reading chair next to the bed when Sabine pulled out a huge, fourteen-inch long, uh, vibrator-looking thing. My eyes got so big, they were in danger of popping out of my head.
She chuckled at my reaction. “The internal ultrasound wand resembles a male appendage, but I promise I won’t stick it in that far.”
My gaze flew to Brock, who was tomato red, and it brought me some comfort that he was as mortified by this as I was. Only he wasn’t the one who was about to havethatshoved up her hoohah.
After some finagling under the sheets, during which I was careful to make sure Brock couldn’t see a thing, Sabine slowly inserted the wand until gray and black blobs sprang to life across the screen.
I panicked.
The blobs didn’t look like anything I recognized. What if the pregnancy wasn’t viable? Would Brock still want me in his pack? In his bed? I wondered then how much of his attraction to me was because I was carrying his baby.
He reached over then and grasped my hand, giving it a hard squeeze.
“That right there”—Sabine pointed to a black, flickering blob on the screen—“is a viable pregnancy. That’s the baby’s heartbeat, and it’s strong.”
The breath I hadn’t realized I was holding tumbled out of me in a rush.
Brock leaned closer, squinting at our little blob. “Is it a boy?”
Both Sabine and I laughed. I would’ve laughed at anything just then after hearing our baby was okay.
“You can’t tell for another six to eight weeks or so. As with typical shifter pregnancies this one is slightly accelerated, which will bring Evie full term at six months.” Sabine explained. “But I can tell you now that the lining of the uterus is thick and healthy, and the fetus is well implanted.”
Six months. I gulped. I’d forgotten that shifters had faster pregnancies. That meant I had less time than usual to bring down this Siren before I blew up like a blimp.
She paused, looking between the two of us. “Every marker is strong, and just as I’d hope it to be. There’s no reason this child shouldn’t come to term.”
I started to cry. Way to go, badass Evie Black. Tears leaked from my eyes even as I tried to stop, and I dropped Brock’s hand to brush them away.
“Are you okay?” Brock’s voice was laced with concern.
I nodded. “I just… I didn’t realize how worried I’d been.”
