Page 107 of Pucking With My Head

I hummed and cocked my head to the side, watching her intently. “Is it really using them against you if I’m offering to buy them for you?”

She glowered at me but snuggled back into me, pressing her face into my neck, allowing my scent to comfort her. I had noticed her doing that more often, scenting us or subtly rubbing her own scent on us. I was over the fucking moon about it. Omegas naturally gravitated toward scents and adding their own scents to their partners’, but from what I understood, pregnancy ramped that up.

“When will you send the letter?” she asked after a moment of snuggling.

“First thing tomorrow,” I replied, running my hand up and down her back. I needed to be touching her, reassuring myself that she was there and safe.

I doubted I would be able to wait until the morning. That little shit deserved to have the crap beaten out of him, but a strongly worded legal letter would have to do for now.

It would be drafted and sent as soon as Bethany was asleep for the night.

Chapter 41

Jensen

Bethany’s pregnancy was really starting to progress, and now there was a small, visible bump. At least there was when she wore tight clothing. Sadly, she had opted to wear a large, baggy sweater and yoga pants for our appointment.

“Hey, I’m ready when you are,” I said as I entered the kitchen, car keys in hand. She was standing at the counter, shoving a slice of toast covered in jam into her mouth.

Two weeks ago, I had put her on the pack’s health insurance, and our doctor wanted her to come in for a checkup. I was excited to see what the doctor said about bonding because I had a one-track mind when it came to Bethany, and I wanted her to be mine in every way possible.

Bethany quickly swallowed her mouthful. “Did Joey get to school okay?”

“Yeah, she seems to be in good spirits. She was going on about the plants they were growing in the greenhouse today.”

“That’s good. Do you think we should talk to her teachers? Is that going too far? My anger toward Lillian and her mother is bordering on irrational.”

Rubbing her back lightly, I kissed the top of her head. “I would hardly call it irrational. She hurt our girl.”

Bethany hummed in agreement, going up on tiptoes to kiss me on the cheek. I didn’t like how pale she was looking. The stress of her family’s actions had been weighing heavily on her, and she had instructed Gideon to file a suit against her brother after he failed to respond to the initial legal letter.

We were all in agreement and stood by her every step of the way, but suing a member of your family would take it out of anyone. Once the decision had been made to file the lawsuit, Bethany had dropped the subject and was focusing on her life here.

“That sounds good. How long until our appointment? Do I have time for more toast?”

“You always have time for more toast.” I smirked, kissing the corner of her mouth as she beamed up at me.

Even the most ordinary and mundane things felt more fun with her.

We were five minutes late.

“Should have told me we needed to hurry up. Instead, you just had to show me that new fancy chocolate spread, and ofcourseI had to try it.” Bethany groaned, rubbing her stomach.

“I may not be the most intelligent of men, but I know not to get between a pregnant woman and her food. Speaking of, do you want to go get some cake after this?” I asked as we pulled up at the doctor’s office.

Bethany glowered at me, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Don’t try and distract me with cake. That’s mean.” Shewent to get out of the car and paused, turning to me. “But, yes, we will go get cake after the appointment.”

Laughing, I followed the sassy little omega into the office.

We walked up to the reception and gave our names. There was some paperwork that needed filling out, but that was done pretty quickly. After the first few pieces of paper, Bethany tensed up. It wasn’t obvious; her shoulders were just a bit tighter, and she seemed less excited.

I silently prayed that there weren’t any prices on the paperwork, because our doctor’s office was rather expensive. Bethany was awesome, and she was pregnant with our child so she would only get the best care possible.

Knowing Bethany, she probably wouldn’t have been comfortable with that.

“Okay, if you guys would like to wait in there, Dr. Benson will be with you in a moment.” The receptionist pointed us toward a small waiting room.

As we took our seats, Bethany turned to me. “Out of curiosity, when did you put me on your insurance?”

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