The King(183)

“I don’t need to lie down,” she groused as she stared at the ceiling over their bed.
When Wrath didn’t reply, she turned her head on the pillow and shot a glare in his direction. He was sitting at the foot of the mattress, shoulders set, jaw locked, huge body still as stone.
“I’m fine,” she tacked on.
“Uh-huh.”
“This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about every little twinge.”
“You just tried to throw up your liver.”
“I did not.”
“So you were working on your pancreas?”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I can feel you glaring at me,” Wrath said.
“Well, I am. This is ridiculous.”
The knock on the door was quiet. So was the “Hello?”
“Come in,” Wrath said as he got up. Sticking his hand straight out, he waited for Doc Jane to come to him.
“Hey, you two,” the female said as she entered … and slowed down to look around at the suite. “Dear God, check out this place.”
“Over the top, right?” Beth said.
“Is it real?” Jane breathed as she shook Wrath’s hand. “I mean, like … the rubies and the emeralds. On the walls?”
“Yeah, they’re real.” Wrath shrugged as if it were no big deal. “They were part of the treasury from back in the Old Country. Darius had them installed here.”
“Pretty fancy wallpaper.” Doc Jane focused on Beth and smiled as she came over, all business. “So I understand you’ve been sick.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, she isn’t,” Wrath cut in.
“Yes. I am.”
Doc Jane put her old-fashioned bag down on the bedside table and cleared her throat. “Well, maybe we can just see how you’re doing anyway. Can you tell me what happened?”
Beth shrugged. “I threw up—”
“Like two dozen times,” Wrath interjected.
“It was not two dozen times!”
“Fine, three dozen—”
Doc Jane put up both of her palms and looked back and forth. “Um … you know what I’d like to do if it’s okay with you, Wrath? How about I talk to your mate one-on-one—I’m not kicking you out. I just think maybe things will go a little better if she and I had a second alone?”
Wrath plugged his hands on his hips. “She threw up. At least a dozen times. If she wants to sugarcoat it, fine. But those are the facts.”
“All right, thank you for that. I really appreciate it.” The doctor smiled. “Hey, you know what would be helpful? If you went down and got her some ginger ale and saltines from the kitchen.”
Wrath positively glowered. “You’re giving me a job to get rid of me.”
“As a bonded male, I know that you’re going to want to take care of her. And I think, if she’s nauseous, having those things in her belly might make her feel better.”
“I can call Fritz, you realize.”
“Yes, I know. Or you can do it yourself and provide for her.”
Wrath stood there, frowning and gritting his teeth. “You know something, Jane, you’re spending too much time with Rhage.”
“Because I’m manipulating you?” The physician’s smile got bigger. “Maybe. But if you leave right now, you can be back waaaaay before I’m finished.”#p#分页标题#e#
Wrath was still muttering under his breath as he whistled for George and took the golden’s halter. “I won’t be long.”
A warning, more than anything.
But he did leave.
Doc Jane waited for the door to close before shifting those level eyes back over. “So. Let me guess, you think you’re pregnant.”
Beth felt her mouth drop open. “Well, I…”
In a gentler tone, the doctor said, “You’re not going to jinx it. Saying it out loud won’t change anything, I promise you. I just want to know where your head’s at.”
Beth put her hands on her rounded stomach. “I don’t know, I feel kind of silly. But this nausea is not like anything I’ve ever known. It’s like—not really about my stomach? It’s as if my whole body is queasy? And Layla threw up as soon as the miscarriage stopped.”
Doc Jane nodded. “She did. But before we go too far comparing the pair of you, I want to remind you that every pregnancy is different. Even with the same woman. That being said, you have just gone through your needing, and maybe you are. It’s probably too early to tell, though.”
“That’s what I was thinking. And yet … I don’t know—I’m kind of taking this like maybe it’s a sign. But, hell, maybe it means nothing at all.”