Page 20 of Such a Delicious Omega (His Alpha Desires #4)
Samuel
“I know you said you weren’t in a rush to see a healer, but when I told Jabez about the baby, he insisted on stopping by to give you a quick going over.”
“Well, doesn’t that make me sound like a car or something?” He huffed out a breath. “A going over, really?”
I shrugged. “Or you could wait until next time you go to the club and let him pull you into the medical play room for a public exam.”
His eyes grew wide. “You are kidding, right? A public exam? Is that what goes on in there?”
I finished making the bed and fluffed the pillows. “What did you think? I mean, it’s not all that goes on, but it’s a popular activity. And one, I must admit, that Jabez doesn’t indulge in.”
“He doesn’t like exams?” Echo looked puzzled, one hand rubbing circles on his still-flat belly.
“I imagine he likes them okay, but it’s not a kink for him.”
“No, I guess if you do it all day, it’s work.” He headed into the bathroom and emerged wearing a towel around his waist.
I surveyed the room for neatness and went over to put away a few pairs of freshly washed socks from the nightstand. Somehow laundry was always getting away from me, but I didn’t know how they ended up there. At least they were clean. “Okay, I think it looks all right in here.”
“It’s fine, but why…ohhh. I get it. We’re playing doctor up here.”
“Not playing doctor. This is…”
The doorbell rang at that moment, and I left Echo upstairs getting dressed and went down to answer it. He’d soon be undressing again, but I didn’t bother to point that out. He was being pretty cooperative, and I appreciated that.
I opened the door to admit our community healer carrying a very traditional-looking little black doctor’s bag. He did not play at medical kink, as I’d said, but what he did do, as an owner, among other tasks, was first aid. In a club where there was a certain level of edging, it was a needed thing. Fortunately, nearly all our members were shifters, meaning, they could under most circumstances shift and heal, but an experienced healer on hand could make a difference. “Welcome, Jabez. It’s nice of you to make a house call.”
“Well, you mentioned that Echo wasn’t crazy about getting a healer right now, so I came over to see if I could encourage him to start his care now. As long as everything is going okay, there’s not a lot to do besides monitor him, but it’s important to be sure, as soon as possible.”
“I didn’t think shifters got as much prenatal care as humans, but this is sounding like it.”
“Most don’t, but that doesn’t mean it’s a bad idea. How has he been feeling?”
We headed up the stairs to the bedroom as we spoke, and when we got there, it was to find my omega wearing just a pair of undershorts. He looked hot but also a little disgruntled. “I decided not to bother getting dressed.”
“Hi, Echo, I thought we’d talk before the exam. But why don’t we do it the opposite way so you can be dressed and feel more comfortable for our discussion.”
“Do you need me to leave?” I asked, even though my wolf was protesting the very idea, hard.
“Up to Echo,” Jabez said. “Some alphas try to control the appointments, but as far as I’m concerned, the omega is carrying the child and he’s the boss where pregnancy matters are concerned.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I went over and patted my omega’s shoulder. “He knows that, too. What do you say, omega mine? Can I stay?”
“Of course, alpha. I’m going to need you to help me remember any details or instructions. Suddenly, being pregnant feels very complicated.”
“And I haven’t even talked to you yet.” Jabez offered him a friendly smile. “Lie back and relax. I’m going to start with taking your vitals.”
I settled in a chair across the room to give the healer space to do his job. He examined my omega with such respect and care, my wolf never even protested another alpha touching our omega. Jabez had a real gift of bedside manner, I noted, as he asked Echo questions, listened to his answers, and made helpful recommendations.
After he finished, Echo got dressed while I led Jabez downstairs to the kitchen for tea and conversation. My omega came in and sat down, picking up a cookie and taking a bite. “And?” he asked. “Am I normal?”
“No,” Jabez said, “as I am sure your alpha will agree, you are extraordinary. But everything is fine with both you and the baby, as long as you don’t eat too many cookies.” He helped himself to another. “These are delicious.”
Since I’d baked them myself, and was the alpha father of the baby in question, I beamed with pride.