Chapter Ten
Damon
Hemlock Mountain
I cracked up. Never had I smelled a wolf as confused as Kirk was when Treg said the words ‘belly button probing.’ A second later Treg laughed too. Kirk looked back and forth between us, shook his head, and gave up on understanding the inside joke.
“Is this all a joke?” he asked, pulling a machine out of his pocket. It was bright green and covered with stickers of storks carrying babies. The myth was a little outdated, but it was still sort of cute.
“What part?” I asked, motioning for Treg to join me.
Their scent had shifted to a bit territorial, and I didn’t want them to bite Kirk. The bitey wolf wouldn’t have been happy about that at all.
“The two weeks part,” Kirk said, sitting down on the coffee table.
I arched a brow at Treg, but they didn’t seem to mind where Kirk parked his fluffy ass.
“You didn’t wear a coat,” I said, because of course it wasn’t a joke.
“Chasten made it sound urgent,” he said.
“It’s not a joke. One day, I’ll look like this when I wake up and then sometime that day, I’ll look like I swallowed a giant pumpkin.
Then three or four days later, I’ll have the baby.
Probably a pup. We’re usually born as pups but I don’t know what happens when a yeti and a wolf have a baby but we’re gonna find out after you probe my belly button. ”
“At this point, the baby is way south of your belly button. I mean, if there is a baby at all,” Kirk said.
Treg growled and I booped them on the nose. They blinked and grabbed my hand to kiss it. I sat up and made them sit down behind me so that I could be a bit of a shield between the alpha wolves.
“Why are alphas always banging their chests?” my wolf sighed into my thoughts.
“If you bite me, I’m telling Chasten,” Kirk said.
“I’ll tell Chasten you didn’t believe my mate,” Treg countered.
“He knows I’m skeptical,” Kirk shrugged.
Treg growled again and I sighed. These wolves seemed to get bitey over everything. Sure, wolf form was sort of a fighting form, but it didn’t mean you had to fight because one lived inside of you.
“Though, I’m starting to believe he might actually be pregnant with how protective you’re acting,” Kirk said. “Though, seriously, don’t bite me.”
Treg didn’t make any promises. I let out a long, slow breath as Kirk explained what he was going to do.
He planned to turn his machine on and press it against my stomach.
Sound would bounce around inside me and make a picture of the baby – if one was to be found.
He’d be able to tell if the baby was healthy or not and tomorrow when he went into work he could print us off photographs of the baby.
Treg pulled up my shirt and pushed down the waistband of my pants.
These were some of my favorites. They were red with little gingerbread people all over them.
Whenever I wore them I always wanted to devour a whole gingerbread house but fortunately, we hadn’t built that yet.
We had the ingredients for it now, though, since the drone arrived a bit ago.
I took Treg’s hands and pressed them against my chest as if trying to make nipple guards from their fingers. I held firm, trying to make sure that they didn’t figure out a way to bite Kirk. Inside their head was all wolf and teeth and the urge to protect my stomach from the wand man.
Kirk pressed the wand against my stomach, and I crinkled my nose.
The pressure was odd and achey, and I almost wanted to slap the thing out of his hand.
He was going to squish my baby if he kept that up.
Picking up on my thoughts over our mating link, Treg growled and I swallowed a sigh.
I wasn’t sure how motionless I needed to sit for the wand to work.
“You are….. pregnant,” Kirk said the words slowly and one at a time as if he couldn’t believe they were coming out of his mouth.
He turned the little handheld part of the machine around and showed us.
There on the screen was a little jellybean.
Probably the size of a people shifter gold coin.
It was hard to believe that little candy-shaped critter was going to be a baby in my arms in less than two weeks.
“I mean this in the politest way possible, Damon. Before you met Treg when was the last time you engaged in intercourse on the receiving side of things?” Kirk asked and I morphed into a cranberry.
Treg growled and their stomach muscles tensed. They moved forward and I caught their nose between my fingers and thumb. “No!” I said, shaking my head. “No biting! Sheesh! I see why you’re best friends with Chasten now.”
“Treg, I need you to trust me to do my job,” Kirk said, doing a decent job at keeping his voice level.
“I’m starting to catch onto why most hospitals don’t let doctors and nurses treat their own family members most of the time,” Treg said, their voice nasally because I still had a grip on their nose.
“Yeah. I swear I’d ask any patient in this situation the same question,” Kirk said.
“Uh…. Three or four summers ago,” I shrugged, trying not to be so embarrassed about the question.
“Okay,” Kirk nodded. “Then yes, you two are pregnant. The baby’s just a bit bigger than I expected to see at this stage.”
“It happens quickly,” I nodded, unsure of what he wanted me to do about the size of my baby. It was the size it was, and nothing could be done about it. I let go of Treg’s nose and rested my hand on their cheek, keeping it close by in case I needed to stop them from biting Kirk again.
“How does everything else look?” Treg asked.
“What else are you looking at?” I asked.
“I meant, is the baby healthy,” Treg said.
Kirk went quiet for a few long moments and then nodded. “Everything looks good. Almost end of first trimester sized but good.”
“Thanks, Kirk,” Treg said, but I still didn’t move my hand.
“Do yetis use anything in particular as prenatal vitamins?” Kirk asked.
“We eat,” I shrugged. “We eat whatever we crave. It used to be all wild food. At least that’s what I was told but now I can get just about anything for someone who’s pregnant.”
“Okay,” he nodded.
I knew from Treg’s memories that there were a list of tests as long as my arm that people shifters liked to run on pregnant carriers.
I’m sure they had their reasons but for as long as I could remember I couldn’t recall a single yeti having a pregnancy problem.
Sure, a baby liked to come out butt first here and there, but wolf pups are generally okay coming out either end first.
The wheels inside Kirk’s head were turning but he didn’t say anything else about tests, intercourse, or anything strange like that.
He said what his mate already had. If we needed anything we should let them know and that he’d like to do another ultrasound when I was closer, if I was okay with that.
So far I was. I might have to sit on Treg when the time came but that could be arranged.