Page 12 of The Alpha's Sin
“Hi, Dr. Elizabeth.” I nod and smile back and Logan does too. It feels a little strange to keep pretending we’re a married couple, but we agreed it would be less awkward than trying to explain that he’s actually my brother-in-law. So for these doctor visits—which Logan has promised to attend with me—we’re just going to pretend he’s my husband and I’m his wife.
“So, I understand you’re expecting.” Doctor Elizabeth smiles widely. “Congratulations!”
“Thanks,” I say, smiling. Now that Logan has promised to be by my side, I have a lot less fear and anxiety about having a baby. He makes me feel safe and when I feel safe, I can let myself feel happy. I’ve always wanted to be a mom—I guess this is my chance.
“So, first things first. I know they already drew your blood—let’s get an ultrasound and see how far along the pup is,” she remarked.
Uh…the pup? I must have heard her wrong.
She turns down the lights and rolls an ultrasound machine over.
“Um, doesn’t a tech usually do that?” I ask her.
She shrugs.
“Yes, but I’m certified as well and I don’t like to bother the tech when I can do it myself. Now, this early in the pregnancy, we need to do what we call a ‘transvaginal ultrasound.’ That means I’m going to be inserting this wand into your vagina.” She holds out a plastic wand for me to inspect. “We get much better pictures that way during the first trimester,” she explains.
“Oh, um…” Now I’m feeling extremely awkward. I can tell Logan is too.
“I can leave,” he offers.
“No, stay.” Dr. Elizabeth urges him. “I believe it’s important for the father to be as involved as possible. Especially if he’s an Alpha—as you clearly are.”
This is almost as weird as her calling the baby a “pup “but I’m too freaked out by the impending ultrasound to say anything about it.
Dr. Elizabeth has me go behind a curtain to take off my jeans and panties. She hands me a sheet to wrap around my waist and then gets me settled in the stirrups. I’m covered by the sheet, but I can’t get over the embarrassment of having Logan in the room while I’m lying there with my legs propped up and spread wide like this.
He’s still sitting in his chair by the door but Dr. Elizabeth beckons him forward.
“Come here and hold your wife’s hand so you can watch the monitor together,” she tells him. “I’m going to have to push with the wand from side to side and it might cause some discomfort,” she adds, talking to me.
“Um…okay,” I say uncertainly as Logan takes my hand. Despite the sheet, I feel incredibly naked and vulnerable but he doesn’t say anything, just squeezes my fingers reassuringly.
“Let’s see now…” She squirts gel on the end of the wand and then pushes it under the sheet, between my legs. I bite my lip as I feel it sliding into me. The gel is cold and the wand feels bulky and strange inside me.
It’s incredibly awkward to be lying here in the dim room, holding hands with Logan while this is going on. But my brother-in-law just squeezes my fingers more firmly and asks,
“Are you okay, Poppy? Does it hurt?”
“No.” I shake my head and then wince because Dr. Elizabeth wasn’t lying—she really is pressing hard.
“Squeeze my hand if you need to, kitten,” he urges, a concerned look on his face.
I do and then Dr. Elizabeth says,
“There’s the heartbeat!”
We both stared at the screen and I saw what looks like a tiny bean with four little lumps wiggling all over the place.
“My—this little one is feeling active today!” Dr. Elizabeth beams. “Look at all that activity. Looks like a healthy, happy little pup.”
This time I can’t let it go.
“Er…pup?” I ask uncertainly. “Is that a medical term?”
“More like a Were term,” she says, smiling at me. “I’m afraid it’s too early to tell the sex so we just say ‘pup’ since it can be either a male or a female.”
I’m still confused but I don’t like to ask anymore. She keeps talking as she’s making measurements.
