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“I’ll just check his blood pressure.”
Lennon could hear the conversation coming at him as if in a tunnel with lots of echo. He blinked the room into focus, needing no reminder of where he was. He released a shuddery breath, his brain yelling one word at him, pregnant.
Kodi’s wolf placed its head on Lennon’s belly and whined, drawing Lennon’s gaze. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through the soft fur.
“I can’t be pregnant,” he said, barely holding in the tears. “I didn’t have sex then!”
The strident tone caught everyone’s attention, including the wolf giving him what could only be described as a sappy smile. It nudged his belly gently in what seemed a protective move to Lennon, and he sniffed wetly.
“I can’t be,” Lennon insisted, rising to swing his legs over the couch. He felt at a distinct disadvantage in that position, but the wolf not wanting to budge made moving difficult.
Isn’t he adorable?
That was one word for it. Lennon could think of others, just not then when he was in mid crisis.
“Your bloodwork says differently, Lennon,” the doctor said in a gentle voice from the foot of the examination couch, as if coaxing a wayward child.
Lennon glanced at Jonny, his eyes begging him to say differently. He gave a noncommittal shrug. “Did you…” Jonny coughed, eyeing the wolf, “have sex around the time of your heat?”
“Good question. Was there anything different about this heat if you believe you didn’t have sex then?”
Again, there was the coaxing voice which was getting on Lennon’s nerves.
He didn’t look anywhere near the wolf when its ears pricked up. “I know I never had sex during my heat.”
“Was it different from any other heat?” the doctor persisted.
Oh my gosh! What have you done?
Why are you blaming me? I’m the innocent party here.
You are never innocent, and you forced our heat.
All the nickels were dropping into the slots at the same time as Lennon’s eyes widened and met the doctors. “It was like this you see, my animal side forced our heat in its excitement…”
“Over?” the doctor prompted.
He cast a side eye at the wolf, hoping the doctor got the picture. It took a second before he murmured, “Oh… yes. So how many days early were you?”
“It should have been a Friday, but it started on the Wednesday, and I finished on Sunday, which was about right.” Why didn’t he feel so confident about that? He’d woken in the afternoon in human form.
When did we get into the bedroom?
Whistling started in his head and Lennon groaned at not being able to recall.
Kodi’s wolf was pushing its head into his hand.
Jonny moved to place a hand on his shoulder, the weight not as grounding as it would normally be. “What is it? Are you feeling faint again?”
“No, I’m fine… crap, no, no I’m not.” He gave Jonny a beseeching look. “I can’t be pregnant, I got drunk on Friday.”
The doctor looked sceptical to Lennon. “As long as it was a one off, the baby will be fine. And you very much are, young man, if you had sex on Sunday or Monday. A forced heat can prolong it beyond the original dates of your natural body chemistry. For want of a better word, it has gotten out of whack.”
“It’s whack alright,” Lennon muttered in distress. The wolf yipped, and Lennon brought up his hands to bury his hot face in them. “This can’t be happening.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Delicious & Vicious
