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My inner walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, and with a guttural groan, he follows me into oblivion. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his release as his hips jerk against mine.
For a moment, we stay connected, both panting and trembling with aftershocks. Then he carefully withdraws, collapsing beside me on the bed.
"Fuck," he breathes, pulling me against his chest.
His hand finds my belly, resting protectively over our growing children. "Did I hurt you? Or the babies?"
I smile against his skin. "No. They're fine. I'm better than fine."
"Good." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Chapter 4 - Dahlia
"Wake up, sleepyhead. We need to get going."
I groan and pull the pillow over my head. Evan's voice sounds too chipper for whatever ungodly hour it must be. The warm cocoon of blankets feels too perfect to abandon.
"Five more minutes," I mumble into the mattress.
The pillow disappears from my grasp. "No more minutes. We have an appointment with Dr. Marianna at nine."
I crack one eye open to see Evan already dressed in a crisp navy suit, his hair perfectly styled. The man looks like he stepped out of a business magazine cover shoot, while I feel like something the cat dragged in.
"What time is it?" I ask, pushing myself up to sit.
"Seven-thirty. I ordered breakfast." He gestures to a room service cart near the window. "Pancakes with extra syrup, just how you like them."
The mention of food makes my stomach growl. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, not bothering to cover my nakedness. Evan's eyes darken as they sweep over me.
"Don't look at me like that," I warn. "You're the reason I'm exhausted."
"I don't recall hearing any complaints last night." He hands me a fluffy hotel robe. "Quite the opposite."
Heat rushes to my cheeks as memories from our marathon sex session flood back. "Shut up and give me coffee."
"Decaf only," he reminds me, pouring a cup from the carafe. "Doctor's orders."
I scowl but accept the cup. "Decaf coffee is an abomination."
"Six more months and you can have all the caffeine you want." He drops a kiss on my forehead. "Now eat. We need to leave in forty-five minutes."
I shuffle to the table and attack the pancakes with gusto. Pregnancy hunger is no joke. I could eat an entire buffet and still want more.
"Did you call Dr. Marianna back last night?" I ask between bites.
Evan nods, his expression turning serious. "Yes, while you were in the shower. She didn't want to discuss details over the phone but confirmed there was an attempt to access several patient files, including yours."
"Several files? So, it wasn't just me?"
"That's what we need to find out." He checks his watch. "Finish up and get dressed. I'll call to have the car ready to go."
Forty minutes later, we pull up to the private medical facility where Dr. Marianna practices. The discreet building looks more like a luxury spa than a hospital, which is exactly why Evan chose it. No reporters lurk outside, no curious onlookers. It's just tasteful landscaping and a valet who opens my door with a polite nod.
Evan keeps his hand at the small of my back as we enter the lobby. The receptionist recognizes us immediately.
"Dr. Baldwin, Mr. Blackthorn, good morning. Dr. Marianna is expecting you. Please follow me."
We're led down a hallway to a comfortable office decorated in soothing blues and greens. Dr. Marianna stands as we enter, her silver-streaked dark hair pulled back in a neat bun. She's a Beta shifter who specializes in Omega pregnancies, which is a rare specialty for an even rarer condition.
