Page 29 of The Dragon's Flamebound Mate

“I’m going to go call Kellen and let them know we’re going to miss today, and then we can head over to see Dr. Vexis.” Zayne got up from his seat and started toward his office. He kissed the top of my head as he walked by.

I’d met Dr. Vexis in passing when I first arrived, but didn’t know him very well. No one on staff had made me uncomfortable, including him. Given that he enjoyed working with pregnant omegas—and I wasn’t being thrust upon someone whose only desire was to deal with flight training concerns—I considered that a positive as well. Still, it was good to know there were other options if I needed them. I had a feeling I wouldn’t.

After getting dressed, the two of us walked to campus, hand in hand, the fresh air already making me feel a thousand times better. The weakness in my knees was now gone.

Dr. Vexis was already in the office when we arrived, a huge grin on his face.

“I hear congratulations are in order,” he said, coming up and patting Zayne on the shoulder. “I’m thrilled for you, Zayne. You deserve this.”

Zayne put his arm around my waist. “I don’t, but for some reason, the Fates sent him to me anyway.”

Gods, he was the sweetest thing ever.

Dr. Vexis had me start out by peeing in a cup and then hopping up on the table for a quick exam. The results from the urine test came back almost instantly, letting me know that, yes, those really were eggs in me and not just the result of too much food. My blood pressure was great. My heartbeat sounded strong. My lungs were clear. Everything was exactly how it should be.

In human TV shows, they always had them hear the heartbeat now, but with the shells in the way, that was something that wasn’t quite feasible. Instead, he pressed down, trying to figure out how many eggs there were.

“I’m sorry, it’s too soon,” he said, turning toward a cabinet, opening it up, and digging around. “But soon enough, you’ll know.”

When he turned back around, he had a bottle in his hand.

“These are prenatals. Be sure to take them. They have extra calcium for the shells. And... you’re not going to like this, but maybe don’t do any of those tricks I’ve seen you doing for the next little bit.”

That caught me off guard. “Tricks?”

“Yeah, that diving thing I saw the other day. I was pretty sure one, if not both of you, were going to land on the ground. I was tempted to prepare the trauma unit for one of you. It was pretty impressive.”

I thought back to the time he was talking about. It had to be with the spoon. And if my doctor was on this campus, seeing all the flights for who knew how many years, and he thought it was impressive, then we had nothing to worry about come competition—that was assuming they mastered it, which they would.

“Don’t worry, Dr. Vexis, not doing that again for a while. I got nauseous standing up this morning.”

“Ah, that’s very good.”

I knew what he meant. It was a good sign that everything was healthy. I still didn’t like hearing it.

“But do yourself a favor—take these on a full stomach. You’ll thank me later.”

“When do I need to come back?”

“You’ll know.”

I wasn’t sure that I would, but I knew where to find him if I had any questions.

My mate was already thanking him, and a minute later, we were on our way home. Once we got there, Zayne tucked me into bed and told me to get some rest.

I wasn’t turning that offer down. That was for sure.

Chapter 15

Zayne

Inpreparingforourcompetition—the first one of the season that would establish our rank for the rest of the year—I found myself stressed. I was no stranger to it, but every other season, I’d been able to focus solely on leading my flight. This year, however, I had plenty of other things to keep my mind busy.

I loved it. It made my life so much more full, but it was mentally taxing in a way I had not expected. And then there was the protective side of my beast that clawed at me to protect Ash, to make sure the competition went off without a hitch. He never cared when it was just me.

Ash had been waking up every day for the past four days, emptying the contents of his stomach before nibbling on some toast until the nausea went away. It passed just as quickly as it came, but I still hated to see him so sick in the mornings. I helplessly stood by his side while his body violently evicted his stomach contents.

Never before had I been so inept. By the time we made it to class, he was back to his normal self. It didn’t matter what he ate, the result was always the same. When he woke up in the morning, he was sick.

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