Fated Magic (The Wolf Pack) (3 page)

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Do you mind if I wait until I can speak with my doctor tomorrow and get his input before we make a decision?  And I’d like to talk to Angie also since she’ll be the babies’ pediatrician.  To be honest, both ideas have equal merit, and even though I’m worried about what might go wrong medically, I’m even more worried about the risk of them being kidnapped from the hospital.” 
Or who might get hurt in the crossfire when I defend them with everything in me if they are threatened.  Because shattering a piece of bulletproof glass will pale in comparison.
 

Jameson knew she hadn’t said the last thing out loud, but it didn’t matter because it had
roared through her mind like a cannon blast and he’d heard her loud and clear.  And remembering how she had flung a ball of magic through the window of their bedroom to defend her mates made him smile.  The glass in that room had been designed to withstand anything up to small missile fire, and with a simple wave of her hand Kit had disintegrated it and molecularly scattered Damian into the breeze.  Jameson didn’t doubt for a moment she could easily take down the entire hospital if her children were in danger.   

Trevlon Wolf sat in a chair just to Kit’s right mirroring his twin’s position on her left.  He’d watched her closely as
she listened intently to Jameson while he explained the details of the new security systems and how they applied to her.  But there was an odd tension in her muscles that he hadn’t notice a few minutes ago.  Trev wasn’t entirely convinced it was all related to her safety concerns, and he’d also noted the change seemed to peak and then fade.  Kit had asked several questions but none had been particularly focused and that was unusual for her.  When she and Jameson had finally stopped speaking, Trev leaned forward and clasped her small hand in his own.  The pain she’d been masking from their mind link was impossible for her to keep concealed from his touch.  Trev felt the hot lash of pain whip through his body and he was sure his eyes had widened immediately.  “Kit?  What’s going on?  Where is the pain?  Don’t try to hide this from us, baby.  Out with it,
now
!”

Even though Jameson was
the more recognized leader of their pack, the two of them were actually pack Alphas.  They were also both sexual Dominants and he’d deliberately used the Dom voice Kit always responded to so beautifully.  He saw her eyes go glassy, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hide the pain, but I didn’t want you to worry.  The doctor said I’d have these periodically because there is only so much room for these two little darlings to move and grow, and my body has to stretch a lot and that causes pain.  But honestly, tonight it
is
unusually intense.  I was trying to wait until we’d finished talking before calling Angie, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to wait any longer.”

Jameson was just hanging up his own phone and Trev knew his brother had
already summoned Angie.  While Jameson took over with Kit, Trev dialed her obstetrician.  He moved out of the room to speak with the doctor’s message service because he didn’t want Kit to hear the concern in his voice.  But the pain he’d felt through her touch had been very intense and had certainly felt like more than muscles stretching to accommodate two growing babes.  After leaving a message he called their pack’s physician.

He moved back into the room just in time to let Angie
breeze past him.  As she moved into the room, Trev noticed the dark circles under her eyes and suddenly understood Tristan and Nick’s recent remarks concerning their feisty mate not taking care of herself.  He also wasn’t surprised to see Nick following close on his wife’s heels.  No doubt the men were coming up quickly on the point where they would be intervening and just thinking about that caused Trev to grimace to himself.  Angie had always been driven and absolutely brilliant, but she’d never been one to show the slightest hint of submissive behavior in public.  Trevlon didn’t doubt the coming “discussion” was going to require Tristan and Nick’s very best negotiating skills.  That thought had Trev grinning to himself because both men were extremely dominant and their “tact quotient” as Angie had referred to it was, in her words “shamefully lacking.” 

Trev greeted Nick with a nod as they stepped into the living room. 
Nick Michaels might be ten months younger than his brother, but he was every bit as formidable.  Nick was a weight lifter and it showed in his every move because his muscles rippled under the knit shirt that was stretched tight over his chest.  His rugged looks often intimidated people until they gotten to know him, and then his killer sense of humor invariably made him the life of the party.  As Angie carried her small black bag and moved over to sit beside Kit, Nick moved to Trev’s side and asked, “Do you need me too get a car ready?  We really do need to give some thought to putting several of the younger pack members through pilot training.  If we had a helicopter we’d be able to get into the bigger hospitals a lot quicker.” 

“I agree and I think that is on the agenda and probably
needs to happen sooner rather than later.  Do you have anyone in mind?”  Trev knew Jameson planned to bring this up at the next pack meeting, but he was interested in Nick’s thoughts since he’d brought it up. 

“Yeah, I think there are a couple of guys that would be excellent.  And truthfully
, I wouldn’t mind learning as well.”  Nick’s interest surprised Trev and he was sure it showed in his expression when Nick actually blushed.  “I know, it surprised my brother and our wife, too.  But the truth is, I was interested the first time we talked about it and I’ve even gotten the materials and have already been studying a bit.”

Trev slapped his friend on the back and grinned
.  Just as he started to respond he heard a commotion coming from the other side of the room.  Returning his attention to his mate, he heard her gasp and then watched as chaos became the name of the game. 

Jameson had listened
intently as Angie asked Kit question after question about the intensity, location, and frequency of the pain she was experiencing.  Kit had answered each question even though it was with obvious effort and he didn’t doubt for a minute she was greatly understating the pain.  He’d repositioned Kit so her back was pressed into the corner of the sofa and her legs were over his lap so Angie could sit on the small table in front of her.  When Angie leaned forward to remove the blood pressure cuff from Kit’s arm, Jameson felt his sweet mate’s entire body go rigid.  And then, just as she cried out in pain, her water broke and Jameson suddenly found himself soaked. 

He was completely stunned and blinked several times in surprise.  It was Angie’s laughter that brought his focus back to the moment. 

“Damn, girl, you don’t do anything halfway, do you?  Well this seals it—you’re headed to the hospital, sister. Holy shit there was enough water in there to drown a duck.  I’m surprised you weren’t sloshing when you walked.” 

He’d been looking blankly at Angie until he heard a
small strangled whimper next to him.  Turning to Kit, he saw tears streaking down her face and then her entire face seemed to crumble in sobs. 
Fuck!  What was wrong?  Was she in that much pain?

Through his fog of confusion,
he heard Angie’s gentle words of apology, “Damn.  Kit, I’m sorry.  That was totally insensitive of me.  See?  This is why I should stay in the lab and operating room, less chance of me saying stupid shit and offending someone.”

“It’s alright.  I know you were teasing
, but I’m just scared because these babies aren’t supposed to be coming just yet.  I know the doctor said it was possible because they’ve gotten so big, but I’m really worried.  And these stupid hormones are for the birds, I tell ya.  These will be gone as soon as the babies are born, right?” 

Jameson had to give Angie credit for keeping a straight face at Kit’s hopeful question when even
he
knew the answer.