The King (Black Dagger Brotherhood #12) - J.R. Ward Page 0,213

mine. I used to do ob-gyn consults for him in the ER from time to time.”

For absolutely no good reason, Beth felt an absurd urge to cry—and tamped it right down. “I’m Beth. Marklon.”

“And you are?” she said to iAm, also offering her hand.

“A friend.”

“My husband can’t be here,” Beth said as those two shook.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“He’s … not going to be able to be at the appointments.”

Dr. Sam propped a hip on the exam table. “Is he in the military?”

“Ah…” She glanced at iAm. “Actually, yes.”

“Thank him for his service for me, will you?”

God, she hated lying. “I will.”

“Okay, so let’s get down to business.” She opened the folder. “Have you been taking prenatal vitamins?”

“No.”

“That’s going to be first on our list.” Dr. Sam glanced up. “I’ve got some good organic ones that won’t make you sick—”

“Wait, so am I pregnant?”

The doctor frowned. “I—I’m sorry. I thought this was your ultrasound checkup?”

“No, I came in to find out whether I have a stomach flu or if I’m … you know.”

The doctor pulled the chair the nurse had sat in up really close. Then she put her hand over Beth’s. “You’re very definitely pregnant. And you have been for a while. That’s why we need to get you on those prenatals right away—as well as try to put some weight on you.”

Beth felt the blood drain out of her head. “I—that’s not possible.”

“Going by your HCG results, I’d say you’re into your second trimester—although, of course, levels vary significantly. But right now you’re over one hundred thousand. So as I said, I’m hoping you’ll let me do an ultrasound so we can see what’s going on.”

“I … I … I … I…”

“Yeah, she’d like that,” iAm said remotely. “Can you do it now?”

“I … I…”

“Yup, right now.” Dr. Sam didn’t move, though. “But let’s make sure Beth’s on board. Would you like some time with your friend?”

“I can’t be four months. You don’t understand … it’s not possible.”

Maybe this was a vampire thing, she thought. Like, the reading was wonky because she was a—

“Well, again, HCG levels are really only an indication in the very beginning—and solely in relation to how much they’re increasing.” The doctor stood up and opened a drawer, taking out a little boxy device that had a sensor attached to it by a thick wire. “May I check for a heartbeat?”

“It’s not possible,” Beth heard herself say. “It’s just not.”

“Will you let me see if there’s a heartbeat?”

Beth collapsed back onto the table and felt the doctor put something the size of a thumbprint on her stomach—

A tiny little rhythm sounded out. “Yup, we have a heartbeat. Nice and strong. One forty is what we like to see, and you’ve got it down pat.”

Beth could only blink at the ceiling tiles far above her. “Get the ultrasound machine,” she said roughly. “Now.”

SIXTY-FOUR

As John paced around the foyer’s mosaic floor, he was acutely aware of two things: One, his sister had been gone for hours. And two, Wrath was at the end of his rope.

The King had taken up res on the final step of the grand staircase, his torso moving back and forth like the passing of seconds was being measured by his whole body.

For no good reason, John went over to the plastic draping over the archway into the billiards room. Work had progressed the night before—in spite of the size of the square footage, the floor was almost entirely up. Tonight, they were supposed to bring in a load of the new marble and start laying the stuff. Then they were going to have to work on the walls, which was going to probably take longer—

Wow. He was actually trying to distract himself.

Letting the sheeting fall back into place, he glanced over at Wrath. You’d think that at a time like this, John would be the worst person to sit with the guy, what with him being mute and the King being blind.

But Wrath didn’t want to communicate, so, hey, it worked.

Everybody else had fled the scene after Beth had left with the Shadow—and John had meant to follow suit. Husband totally trumped brother, especially when it came to shit like this. But once upstairs, even after he’d had a sesh with Xhex? His footfalls had taken him back down here.

And so he waited.

It was funny, he had the sense that if he’d been anyone else, Wrath would have thrown him out.

“Has your phone gone off?” Wrath demanded without looking up.

John blew a short,