Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Azrael
I refused to allow the doctor access to Hevan until she finished bathing and was covered by a robe.
When he suggested he press on her stomach, I almost combusted with fury; she was completely naked beneath the robe.
There was no possible way I was allowing him to see her like that, and what possible reason did he have for wanting to touch her?
The next time she needs a fucking doctor, it’s going to be female; there’s no way in hell I can endure this again.
Jensen was on hand to try and simplify the medical bullshit spewing from the doctor’s mouth, and I have to give it to him; the man has a way of calming me. But it was Hevan’s tender touch and compassion that made the examination a possibility.
Jensen left the room, giving us privacy, and I entwined my hand in Hevan’s as she lay on the bed, wearing my shirt and a pair of my boxers.
I need to get her some clothes. The little red dress I purchased for her is not enough, and as much as I like her wearing my shirt and boxers, this isn’t something I would be able to take her out in, should I choose to.
After examining Hevan, the doctor suggested running blood and urine tests as a precaution.
Which leads to now. She sits on my lap in the wingback chair while he dips her urine with a test stick.
Hevan rests her head on my shoulder, and her soft breath against my neck has me tightening the arm I have banded around her. She appears so tiny and vulnerable sitting here with me, and there’s a sick part of me that loves it. She’s completely dependent on me. Mine.
The doctor clears his throat. “You say she was purchased from the auction?”
Annoyance rumbles in my chest with him speaking about her like just another whore, not even addressing her, so I slide her off my lap and onto the chair to give him my full attention.
“I said I brought her home from the auction house. I never mentioned purchasing her from the auction itself.” The suggestion of me participating in the auction riles me, and a bead of sweat gathers on his forehead.
“All the women are tested there and are injected with a contraceptive,” he says, casting a glance in Hevan’s direction, and I move in front of him to shield her from his view.
“Yes,” I snap back. He’s wasting my time stating the obvious.
“Did she undergo all the usual medical procedures?”
“Of course she did,” I grit out, getting pissed at his stupid assertions. “She’s here, isn’t she?” Nobody goes through the house without all the medical procedures taking place.
He clears his throat again, and his shoulders droop. “I think she slipped through the net, sir.”
My eyes narrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Irritation boils beneath my skin. “What are you getting at?”
He inches closer to me and swallows, then lowers his voice. “Sh-she’s pregnant, sir.”
I rear back as though a bus hit me at full force in the center of my chest. “Wh-what?” I gawp back at him.
She can’t be.
There’s no possible way.
Panic blends in with the shock, creating a tsunami of unfamiliar emotions inside me.
I spin to face Hevan. “Did you see medical? You saw medical, right?” My chest heaves uncontrollably.
“I-I’m not sure.” Her face looks paler than before. “I was drugged!” she clips back. “I woke up after being drugged. How the hell am I meant to answer that?” She points toward me.
I grab the doctor by his neck while withdrawing my gun from behind my back. “Do it again! Do the test again!” I bellow. “Right fucking now!”
He nods vehemently; his red, panic-stricken face full of anguish as I release him. “I-I have a test kit in my bag,” he mumbles, rushing toward his medical bag.
I spin on my bare feet. “Did you hear this shit?” A humorless laugh leaves me as I stare down at Hevan.
Her pale features are etched with worry, her eyes wide and her lips parted.
She’s as stunned as I am, minus the fury.
“You can’t be pregnant!” My voice gets higher on each word, and she winces.
Why isn’t she as frantic as me? “You fucking can’t, Hevan. ”
She jumps up from the chair and snatches the test from the doctor, then goes to the bathroom, and I follow after her in a blind panic, slamming the door behind us.
My pulse races, a red haze clouds my judgment, and every vein in my face feels like it’s about to burst. “Piss on the stick.” I point in her direction with the gun. “I want to see you piss on the fucking stick, Hevan.”
“Shut up!” she growls back at me, and pulls the test from the box. I snap my mouth shut, shocked at her response.
She sits on the toilet, and I hold my breath as she moves to place the stick between her legs, and my fingers itch to hold it for her. It’s the least I can do.
I have to control the situation. I thrust my hand between her legs and take the stick from her. Our faces are inches apart, and I have a strange urge to kiss her, but I’m too furious to act on it. She stares back at me with wide blue eyes, full of longing, full of hope.
“Piss on the stick, Hevan,” I whisper, only a hairsbreadth apart.
She looks away from me and blows out a heavy sigh, and a warm stream of piss hits the stick, taking my breath with it, and I close my eyes, begging for the test to be negative.
It has to be.