Page 31 of Sweet Whiskey
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I grimace at her pout and wide eyes. “Colt said you can’t.”
“A small cup is fine,” Kinsey argues with me, her hand resting on her hip and her large auburn bun shaking on her head as she scolds. “Also, I’ll be damned if Colt tells me what can or can’t go in my body.”
My smile stretches before I can stop it and she rolls her eyes, pushing at my chest, and I catch her wrist to pull her into me. “Yeah? So if he said no more sex, you’d sneak off and let me in your body?”
Her pillowy lips pull into a mischievous smirk. Her finger traces down my stomach to hook into my jeans and my cock hardens painfully.
“I would…if you get me a damn coffee.” She lets go and turns back to her car, and I follow dutifully.
Climbing into her passenger side with a sigh, I study her tense form. “You know he’s just trying to take care of you.”
She nods, driving us toward town. “I know, and I love him for it. But if I am pregnant, a small coffee is not going to hurt the baby. And I want a fucking coffee, Brooks.”
I hold up my hands and she rolls her eyes, her knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. “Is there an obstetrician in town? Can we set up an appointment?”
“A vagina doctor? Yeah, she’s near the bakery. Probably can get you seen today if you want.”
Kinsey frowns. “It might be too soon?”
Yesterday her heat broke, and she still isn’t convinced that Colt can scent the pregnancy on her. But I don’t miss the hopefulness lingering in her voice.
I shrug. “I don’t really know. We can ask her?”
She relaxes. “Please. I just want to know, so I can be careful at work as well.”
My lips thin at the mention of the bar, but it’s not like I can ask her to quit.
What would she do? Wait at the house all day for us to come home?
I’m just not particularly a fan of her being surrounded by alcohol and smoke until late at night while pregnant.
Maybe Connie can get her a temporary job at the café instead.
I perk up, determined to ask when we get there.
Kinsey parks and then faces me fully. “Whatever your scheming, stop it. I’m getting that coffee even if I have to hogtie you and throw you into the trunk.”
My mouth drops open. “I wasn’t scheming. What makes you say that?” Then I laugh as the mental image she painted registers. “I’d love to see you try to hogtie me.”
She glares, her lips twitching, and I know she’s not really mad at me .
“I was thinking about asking Connie if she had a part-time job for you at the café, so you don’t have to work late nights at the bar,” I tell her.
Kinsey frowns. “I like working at Sweet Whiskey. I like working with Brielle, and I assume you guys are going to want me to move into the pack house soon. I’ll miss her too much.”
My heart twists in sorrow and joy at the same time. I reach over, running a knuckle over her freckled cheek. “I didn’t think about that, sorry. And for the record, I’d ask you to move in right now, but we have a few more things to finish up.”
She turns to kiss my finger and sighs. “Look, I was taught a lot at the academy. Mainly to please my alphas, and they’ll take care of me.
But I wasn’t raised as a pampered princess, and it’s going to take a moment to adjust to it.
Now that I know what it feels like, I’d like to keep working though. ”
I nod. “I understand, but maybe this is a discussion for all of us, especially if you are pregnant. Colt won’t like being away from you long.”
Her eyebrow raises. “You think his alpha instincts will enhance being…who he is. ”
I nearly chuckle at her swallowing down the term she used before and shrug. “It’s possible. The man saw you and started planning a life immediately. I’m no better. I was two seconds from jumping out of the car when he walked away that first morning.”
She smiles. “I was drawn to all of you immediately too. I guess that’s why they say you’ll know as soon as you find your scent matches. If I wasn’t on suppressants, it would have been twice as strong.”
Leaning over, I give her a chaste kiss and then climb out of her car. I pout when she climbs over before I open the door, and she laughs at me. Her hand rests on my stomach when she stands next to me.
“Remember I said it will take a bit,” she says teasingly.
I nod, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s catch the doctor and then get you your small coffee.”
“I’m not sure if I should be concerned or scared that we got an appointment so fast,” Kinsey says, glancing around the small room with wary eyes. “In the city, it would take weeks to be seen.”
I snicker. “It’s a small town. She knew the longer we stood out there, the more people would gossip. And…she may be my aunt.”
Kinsey gasps. “Oh, so we’re getting the special family treatment.”
With a shrug, I smile at her, relaxing into the chair in the corner. “More like she’s nosy and fit us perfectly into her schedule so she can be the first person with news.”
“Uhh, doctor-patient confidentiality,” she says with a frown.
“Oh she wouldn’t tell anyone. Just bragging rights when we eventually tell our families.”
“If I’m pregnant,” she mutters.
I laugh. “You are. Colt was way too confident.”
Kinsey worries her lip. “Do you… Do you think the guys will want to know who the dad is if I am? ”
Sitting up straighter, I stare at her in earnest. “Depends. Do you want to know?”
She shakes her head, rubbing her hand over her stomach. “No, it’s our baby.”
My heart swells, falling even more in love with this woman than I thought possible.
A soft knock prevents me from replying, and I smile up at my aunt Lina. She comes in, kisses me on the cheek, and then faces Kinsey with a bright grin.
“Hi, honey. My name is Lina. Brooks has been gushing about this woman he’s been courting for weeks now. I’m so honored to meet you,” she says, holding out her hand. Kinsey blushes, shaking her hand and then wrapping her arms around herself.
I clear my throat. “We came for a more professional reason, not to meet the family. Plus, Mom will kill me if you tease you got to meet Kinsey first.”
Lina frowns, walking over to the counter and grabbing the clipboard with some paperwork the front desk had Kinsey fill out. “Of course. What brings you in today? And if at any time you wish to discuss things in private, I’m more than happy to kick out my nephew. Just give me the word.”
Kinsey smiles at her and winks at me. “He’s good here as long as he doesn’t make any more remarks.”
I slide my pinched fingers across my lips and flick my wrist to throw away the keys. She giggles while my aunt rolls her eyes. Then she reads over the clipboard in more depth before facing Kinsey fully.
“So your heat came on two months early? And you’re worried your birth control failed too?”
Kinsey nods, playing with the tips of her hair. “Is that a possibility?”
Lina purses her lips. “It can be. I’ve heard of biology overriding all types of suppressants in certain cases.”
“Like what?” I ask.
“Like scent matches, or if an omega has never had an unassisted heat. There are a lot of studies currently being tested that don’t agree with the way academies and the FOA medically suppress heats and long-term effects.”
Kinsey and I exchange a look. She’s two for two.
Lina catches it and swirls the pen in her hand.
“We can schedule a test in a week and an ultrasound for a few weeks after if you want to double-check. But if you were knotted multiple times during your heat, biology probably won, and you’re more than likely pregnant.
Congratulations, I hope?” she says with a small laugh.
“Either way, I’ll prescribe some daily vitamins, and I’m assuming you’ve stopped your suppressants? ”
Kinsey nods and Lina smiles.
“Good, now I’ll brush up on some of the side effects those studies have been listing and get back to you.
You may experience random bouts of heat spikes until your body naturalizes to its normal hormone level.
If you’re not pregnant already, I’d suggest some condoms. I remember reading about potent fertility. ”
With a blush, Kinsey mutters a thanks, and I sit there with a smug grin as Lina writes on the prescription pad. There’s no way we didn’t knock her up with the amount of times we knotted and filled her with our cum.