Wolf Tales IX. Kate Douglas
a smile. “Matt and I discussed everything. They should be just fine.”
“I see. So, you were talking the whole time I was gone?” He wiggled his eyebrows and dove into her thoughts, but Millie had a barrier up that rivaled the Great Wall of China.
She grabbed her suitcase and a handful of the baby gifts he’d picked up in town, and then she headed toward the door without answering him. In the doorway, Millie turned around, raised one eyebrow, and said, “Matt and I thoroughly communicated everything we needed to, and that, my dear, is all I’m going to say.”
He could still hear her laughter as she went out the front door. Ric found his shaving kit and tossed it, along with plenty of clothes, into the soft travel bag and zipped it shut. It was a long drive to Montana. He’d get the details sooner or later.
And if they were good enough, which he knew they would be, he and Millie could always find a nice place to stop along the way.
Preferably one with a big, comfortable bed.
Whistling, Ric grabbed his bag and followed Millie to the car.
Chapter 2
Tia looked between her knees at the absolutely beautiful man who was staring much too intently at her pussy—for all the wrong reasons, as far as her worthless libido was concerned.
A not-so-pleasant thought came to mind. “Logan, do you realize I’ve been as big as a whale ever since I’ve known you?”
Doctor Logan Pierce raised his head and smiled at her, and damn it all if she didn’t feel a spike of arousal that was totally out of place, considering the position she was in—both feet in the stirrups, her big butt hanging off the edge of an examining table and her boobs so huge they flopped into her armpits.
There was absolutely nothing glamorous—or sexy—about a woman almost nine months pregnant.
Logan shook his head. Obviously she’d been broadcasting. “You’re still beautiful, Tia. Breathtakingly beautiful. You’re also about two centimeters dilated, so active labor could start at any time.” He straightened and held out a hand to help her sit up. “But without a doubt, I find you so beautiful that it’s extremely difficult for me to remain entirely professional. Trust me on this…there is absolutely nothing sexier or more appealing than a pregnant woman. I can’t wait until Jazzy feels ready for babies.”
Tia grunted as she sat up. She looked down at her heavy breasts resting on top of her huge belly. “Babies, plural, being the operative word here.”
Logan handed Tia’s clothes to her. “Luc knows, of course, but you haven’t told anyone else?”
She shook her head. “I just couldn’t. It’s so embarrassing, to think I popped out two eggs when I only planned on one.”
He laughed, but at least it was sympathetic laughter. She hoped. “Don’t be so sure it’s all your fault. The sonogram wasn’t as clear as I’d hoped, but it appears there’s just one placenta and two amniotic sacks, which means a single egg was fertilized and then divided. No matter…you’re carrying two perfect little girls who can’t wait to be born. I can sense them. Their mental signatures are strong and healthy.”
He went to the sink to wash his hands, but he turned to look over his shoulder and winked at Tia. “I’ve heard about your mother’s promise to your dad, that you’d have two little girls like her.” He raised one eyebrow, and there was a noticeable twinkle in his amber eyes. “Did you ever consider the fact that, just maybe, you had absolutely nothing to do with the number of eggs—or babies? That your mom might have had her hand in this?”
Slowly Tia shook her head. She’d never considered…but no. That was just too weird. Her mother had been dead since Tia was six years old. But Anton had brought Camille back for that one night. She couldn’t possibly have…no. Could she? “You don’t really think…?”
Logan shrugged. “You never know. Stranger things have happened, but you certainly shouldn’t feel stupid for creating a life. Not with babies as beautiful as you and Luc are sure to have. Celebrate, Tia. You’re young, you’re healthy, you’ve got a man who loves you more than anything. What more could you want?”
Tia laughed and fastened her serviceable cotton bra, the only one she’d found that could support the massive breasts she’d somehow developed to go along with her expanding belly. “If you want the truth, Doc, I want my body back, and I want to get laid. Not necessarily in that order.”
Logan burst out laughing as he turned away from the sink to dry his hands on a paper towel. “It’ll all happen. Not necessarily in that order. You’re smart to abstain for now. You want those two little girls to have all the time they need before they make their appearance.”
He wadded up the damp towel and made a perfect shot into the trash, but there was a rueful expression on his face. “Definitely smart to abstain. If you’ll recall,” he said drily, “I spent last night with your husband. He topped, and I can honestly say from my own sexually satisfying, yet rather painful experience, the way that man’s hung, I doubt your girls have left any room for him right now.”
They were both laughing when they walked out of the perfectly appointed clinic. Luc met them outside the door. Tia glanced at Logan, once again he raised an eyebrow and that set them both off again. Luc’s head swiveled from Tia to Logan, back to Tia, and he shrugged.
Tia grabbed both his hands, stretched up on her toes and kissed him. Her gravid belly rubbed against his hard, flat one, and she felt their babies move. Luc obviously felt them as well, and he smiled against her lips. “I love you,” he whispered, nibbling at her full lower lip. “You are so beautiful this way, your body ripe with my babies…Tia, you take my breath away.”
A powerful sense of peace settled over her.
She’d been so afraid when she insisted they come to Montana. Had she made the right decision? Was this really where she wanted to have her babies, in a tiny little clinic stuck back in the woods on the western slope of the Rocky Mountains?
Yes. Most definitely yes. Her father and Millie were on their way. Shannon, Jake, Manda, and Bay should be rolling in some time tomorrow. Mik, AJ, Tala, Tinker, and Eve were here, along with the entire Montana pack. Everyone she loved would be with her to offer support.
She had a doctor who understood the ways of Chanku, who could actually communicate with her babies. She had Adam Wolf, a man who fixed things, in case anything, Goddess forbid, went wrong.
She had the most important man in her life—she had Luc.
What better than her husband and a real doctor here at Anton Cheval’s perfect little clinic? Add to that, an entire pack of people who loved her.
Tia’s fears drained away. The sense of peace grew even more profound. It was all good.
The four from Maine had arrived a couple of hours earlier and were taking a well-needed rest when Millie and Ulrich slowly pulled into the driveway between the main house and Oliver and Mei’s cottage. Anton waited alone on the deck to greet them. Though he’d known they were drawing close long before their vehicle actually turned off the main road onto the long private drive to the house, he’d not said anything to the others.
The evening was cool and everyone had either taken off on a run or gone inside to get out of the chill air. He loved it when his house was filled to the brim with those he considered family. After so many years alone or with only Oliver as company, he’d had more than his fill of solitude.
There were times though, like this moment, when he took the opportunity to stand alone in the darkness, to give thanks for the good things that had come to him. To thank the Goddess for such an amazing life.
In the background, he heard adult voices and the squeals of both Lily and Alex, their childish jabbering and bright laughter a joy he’d never expected at this stage in his life. Both babies had just started walking in the past few days and suddenly everything in his home had been rearranged to accommodate