Page 69 of Ronen
Dr. Lily Taylor was my OB/GYN. She and my Uncle Finn were both OB/GYN’s who ran a clinic together, and Logan had joined last year when he had finished his residency. While I loved my family, I didn’t want them being my doctors. Especially when it came to my omega reproductive health.
But I also didn’t want to wait for however long it would take me to get an appointment. I wanted–needed–to know now.
“That’s fair,” I told him, knowing I was putting him in an awkward situation. “See you in a couple of hours. And Logan, thank you.”
“No worries,” he said softly, ending the call.
Blowing out a breath, I stepped over Oreo, closer to Mason, needing to feel his heat next to me.
“So, that was my cousin, Logan. He’s an obstetrician. He’s going to verify the pregnancy for us. He said to meet him at his office in two hours. He’s going to do an ultrasound to verify the test. They aren’t always accurate.”
Though from what Logan had said they were pretty accurate. Enough for them to use them at his office.
“And if you really are pregnant,” Mason asked quietly, his amber eyes troubled, “are you planning to keep the baby?”
My brows knitted together, and I stared at him. “Of course. Did you think I wouldn’t?”
He shrugged, running a hand through his auburn hair. “Honestly, I have no clue. You don’t strike me as a baby kind of guy, Ronen. I guess I wasn’t sure.”
“Oh,” I breathed the word out, sinking to sit on the side of the tub. “I guess that’s fair. I’ve never really thought that much about having kids. But I had planned to, someday, when I met the right person. I mean, I’m twenty-five, so I figured in a few more years.”
“Am I the right guy?”
Looking up at him, I smiled softly. “Fate says you are.”
“But do you say I am?” he pressed. “I had a good time on our date, and the sex between us is,” he made an explosion with his hands, “mind-blowing, but we don’t know each other that well yet. A baby, now…it’s a lot. I don’t want you to think you don’t have any choices, because it’s your choice.”
“Do I strike you as a person who doesn’t do anything I don’t want to do?”
He snorted, “No.”
“Okay, then. Yes, it’s all really fast, but I want this.” And as I said the words, I realized I meant them. “I want us, Mason.”
Mason swallowed hard, and for a fleeting second, I worried that he was having second thoughts. A pain pierced my heart just thinking about it. “In that case, I need to tell you something.”
“Can we take this to the bedroom?” I asked him, “I’m a little dizzy. Not queasy, just dizzy.”
The floor felt like it was swaying beneath my feet, and I didn’t like the feeling one bit.
Faster than I could blink, Mason scooped me up bridal style and carried me into the bedroom.
“I can walk.”
“Maybe I like carrying you,” he sat down on the edge of the bed, but didn’t release me, just continued to cradle me in his arms.
“Ronen,” he sounded so serious, I sat up a little against him. “Remember when I told you I could only tell my true mate what I am?”
I nodded. “Yes, because I wanted to remind you that Fate said that was me, but you said you had to trust me.”
“Right. I do trust you, and with you pregnant, you need to know. So does your doctor.”
“That sounds ominous,” I told him slowly, drawing back so I could look in his eyes. “You’re not a snake, are you? I really don’t like snakes.” Even as I asked, I knew he wasn’t.
But my dreams hadn’t stopped yet, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was waiting just around the corner. The feeling sat heavy in my stomach, like a brick. William’s ominous warnings didn’t help.
He chuckled, “I’m not a snake.” His fingers trailed over the skin of my back, up my shoulder, to the head of my dragon. “Ronen, this is me.”
“What’s you?” I asked, confused, not understanding what he was telling me.
