Page 39 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Grace

“ H ow’s your memory?” Dr. Davidson asked me as I sat in a cheerful exam room at the Omega Center clinic, for yet another check-up.

Everything at the Omega Center was cheerful and relaxing, to help put omegas at ease. Something I appreciated.

“Um, I’m remembering more and more.” Anxiety shot through me. In some ways it was better when I didn’t remember my professor’s betrayal, or the fear I’d felt when witnesses started dying, or how lonely I’d been back in my world…

She beamed and made a note on her tablet. “Wonderful. Anything new? You started your new job recently?”

“Yes. I like it.” My legs swung. Everyone in Special Projects was pretty nice, and I was adjusting and learning.

I liked the fact that I could work two days a week from home.

The work days were also a little shorter here, with longer breaks and lunches.

They actually wanted you to take them, too. Same with vacations and sick days.

I could get used to that.

“That’s great.” The doctor nodded and made another note.

“Don’t be afraid to sign up for a stress-management workshop.

They’re very good. A lot of people think omegas can’t handle stressful jobs.

They can, they just manage stress differently.

Also, with your head injury you might find it helpful.

Don’t forget to take breaks when you need them.

I know you’re mated, but if you want scent blockers I can prescribe some.

Sometimes work is more comfortable that way. ”

“I think I’m good?” I didn’t truly smell like omega , I just smelled interesting–and mated.

“That is fine. Let me know if you change your mind.” She looked at me and frowned. “You’re not wearing your walking cast or wrist splint.”

“I feel fine. Can I just not wear them anymore? They’re annoying.” I shrugged.

She peered at the screen, clicking through a few things, probably looking at the x-rays they’d taken today.

“Wow, yes, you can leave them off if you don’t think you need them.

You’re healing just fine. Though you’ll want to wear sneakers for a while, and go easy on your wrist. Your alphas are taking such good care of you. ”

“Um, yeah.” I wasn’t sure what the correlation was.

Dr. Davidson chuckled. Um, what wasn’t I getting here?

“Can I ride my motorcycle? I need to practice so I can take the test.” I was itching to ride it. Brennan was like No, you can’t until the doctor says. Ugh. I was fine when I rode behind him. Why couldn’t I ride mine? Also, I wanted to get my driver’s licence.

“Give it a couple weeks for the motorcycle. But you could try driving a car if you’d like.” She made some notes then clicked through more screens.

“O-kay.” I’d need to get some cute but comfy shoes for the symposium.

“Your hormone levels are looking good. Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it.” She grinned at me. “Or should I say who. ”

My cheeks burned. The doctors at the Omega Center always made a whole lot of sex jokes and I wasn’t used to it yet.

She looked back at the screen. “No, really, your omega’s heat finished a couple of weeks ago and your hormone levels are still great. Also, did you finally meet with a nutritionist? I know it seems silly, but good nutrition is really important for your hormones, especially as you age.”

“Evan’s been making me take supplements and drink this special tea.

I haven't met with a nutritionist, but Mrs. Beekman gave me a cheat sheet for my phone to help me make better choices in the work cafeteria.” Which was fine.

I didn’t have a problem choosing a yogurt with more protein, shrimp instead of chicken, berries instead of melons, or having a salad made with spinach.

Spencer had been serious about us improving our eating habits.

It was a good thing Special Projects had a coffee pot in the break room, because one little mug of coffee in the morning was not enough for me.

Though he did keep bringing me fancy tea lattes, which was sweet.

Especially since he usually got me a pastry, too.

“Very good.” She nodded.

“What does Evan’s heat have to do with my hormone levels?” I didn’t understand the correlation.

She grinned. “Having an omega in the house is one of the best things for a gamma. They’re like walking hormone diffusers–especially during their heat.”

I frowned. “I thought gammas don’t always react to things the way other designations do.”

“True. But the way you react and the way they affect your body are two different things,” she explained.

“This is good. I was getting worried about your hormone levels. Gammas can have so many problems if they don’t take care of themselves–and it’s important to your overall well-being, even if you don’t want kids. ”

My belly twisted. “Right, kids.”

“If you’re not ready–or never ready–for kids, it’s okay. Just communicate with your mates. Mrs. Beekman can even facilitate if you need her to,” Dr. Davidson assured.

“My cycles are so screwed up, and well, that means I probably will have trouble, right?” I chewed on my lower lip, still unsure about kids. I’d had a terrible mother, so I worried that I wouldn’t be a good one.

Though Spencer, Evan, and Wes would make such great dads. I had a feeling Jett and Bren would as well.

The doctor looked at her computer. “You mentioned last time that your cycles were irregular and painful and that you haven’t had one since moving in with your mates.

I suggested making a gynecological appointment to run tests to see where your cycles fall on the scale, since betas and omegas have very different cycles and gammas can be anywhere in-between.

It looks like you haven’t made one. Have you ever had a gynecological exam?

You have practically no medical records before a few months ago. ”

“I didn’t know I was a gamma until a few months ago. And well, between college and getting my PhD, going to the doctor wasn’t a priority.” Which was the truth.

“Oh? I thought that was just the memory loss. You were never tested and given an omega designation in school? Or were you just waiting to awaken?” She frowned at me, probably wondering, like so many others, if I’d grown up in some fringe group.

“I was never tested, ever, and no one ever said I was an omega when I was little.” Except for Wes, but I thought it was just some cute phrase or something.

“Ever?” She frowned. “So, you thought you were beta until a few months ago? That explains so much.” She started typing. “I’ll make a note. Does Mrs. Beekman have you doing any sort of education program? Gammas still need to know the basics.”

“Between her and Evan, I have more videos to watch than I have time for,” I laughed.

“Good. I wish we had baselines for you. But we’ll figure it out. Let’s talk about those cycles. You mentioned bad cramps and irregularity?”

“Yeah, usually it’s months between them.

The actual period isn’t bad or long, but the cramps that come before it are curling into a ball and crying bad.

Sometimes I have a fever, vomiting, and headaches–there are even times that I can’t get out of bed.

” Which was always hard to explain to male bosses and professors.

Her eyebrows rose. “And you never thought to see a doctor?”

“I’d see doctors on campus, who would just change my birth control and tell me being a woman was painful.” I played with my ring.

She sighed. “I hope you reported those doctors. Also, campus doctors should still be adding their findings to your universal medical record. I’m making you an appointment.

The thing with gammas is that each one of you is so different.

It might take a couple cycles to figure out what should be normal for you. ”

“Okay. If I do want kids, do you think there’d even be a chance?” I chewed on my lower lip. If I actually couldn’t, Evan should know sooner rather than later, given having kids meant the most to him.

“We can run some tests. However, you’re mated to a male omega, which is one of the best fertility treatments out there.

I’d recommend, when you’re ready, starting with Evan.

Once you remove your birth control implant, get a round of hormone injections so you can sync up your cycle with his, eat well, let him have dibs on your pussy during a heat or two, and take it from there,” she told me.

“He can get you pregnant anytime, but he’ll go into overdrive during his heat. ”

“Dibs on my pussy? Is that a technical term?” I laughed. Evan would love that.

“Yes.” She grinned back. “Now, let’s talk about your mate’s heat. How did it affect you? Was it as scary as you thought?”

My cheeks warmed again. “It was pretty nice. What I can remember. Is that normal?”

“It can be. Like I said, every gamma is a little different. It didn’t affect your cycles?” she asked.

I shook my head. “It can, right? This means I can’t have kids?”

Because I had half thought that it would happen. I’d had a little spotting, but I’d also had a whole lot of dick.

“It means that you haven’t synced. It’s only been a few months,” she replied.

“The guys think I spiked–or something close. But that was during the part I can’t remember.” I shrugged.

“Oh.” She made more notes. “Did they mention why they think that?”

“Fever. I whined a lot. Wanted all the sex. Was really wet. Smelled like I needed to be fucked.” My head ducked a little in embarrassment .

“Grace, this is all perfectly natural, no need to be embarrassed.” Her look softened.

“You said that you didn’t know you were a gamma until a few months ago.

You’re a textbook gamma, which usually means there was a rough period in your life that forced your body to stop developing.

Do you remember when that might have been?

Maybe a time where you didn’t have enough to eat or feared for your life? ”

How did I even answer that? Also, I was still so confused about all this genetic-wise/