“I know I’m right, please.” I beg. At this point, I will drop to my knees and beg, even more, she just has to tell me to.
Sage looks at me, and I can see the desperation on her face, the look of, what if I am wrong? I know it would crush her.
“I wouldn’t bring you here if I weren’t certain,” I tell her, and she looks at the doctor’s office.
“And if you’re wrong?” She mutters.
“Then we have Jonah, but I know you are carrying our pup,” I tell her.
“Jonah. Will he be enough for you?” She asks, looking back at me.
Her question has a double meaning. She isn’t just referring to Jonah, but to herself. This one insecurity is one she hasn’t gotten rid of.
“Always, no matter what the doctor says, Jonah is enough. You are enough. That will never change. But, please, do this, just this once.”
She worries her lip between her teeth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
“Just to be sure, or at least please do it, so I don’t have to put up with Donnie sniffing you while you sleep every goddamn night.” I mutter.
“Every night? You said it was the first time,” she says, appalled. I look away from her, my face heating.
“How many times?” She demands.
“Every night,” I tell her, refusing to look at her. I could kill him.
“Didn’t take you for suicidal,” Donnie mutters to me, and I growl at him.
“Well, you thought it, and you think I am unhinged. We are the same person, idiot.” He mutters.
“Fine, but only because I don’t want him sniffing my stomach every night, and I sure don’t want him sniffing anything else.” She chuckles, and I look at her, trying to hide the lengths he has gone.
I don’t know what she sees on my face, but she suddenly stops laughing. “Wait, why are you embarrassed? He hasn’t, he wouldn’t,” she couldn’t bring herself to ask, and I wouldn’t lie to her if she did. I look away again, unable to meet her eyes.
“I don’t even want to know,” she says.
“Nope, you definitely don’t,” I tell her.
“Ah, why say that? Now, I am curious about what he did.” She groans as I open the door, wanting to escape this awkward conversation. Stepping out of the car, Sage reaches out to grab my hand, and I relax, feeling her tiny hand slip into mine.
“You’re not mad?” I ask her.
“About being here, yes. About Donnie, no. I know you would never hurt me,” she says, looking down at her bare feet. I grip her chin, tilting her face up.
“I love you.” I whisper and quickly peck her lips.
“I love you too,” she whispers before glancing at the doctor’s office and sighing.
I pull her to me and drape my arm around her shoulders, walking toward the building. When we get inside, Kat sits on the chair, reading to Jonah.
She looks up and smiles, turning her attention back to our son. The doctor’s office is small, but modern and clean. I can see a small ultrasound room off to one side. And another office with its door closed, Mathias’s name on it. The receptionist smiles a bright grin.
“Luna Sage, Alpha Andrei, Kat already signed you both in. The doctor will be with you shortly. Doc was called into the hospital for an emergency. Hopefully, he won’t be too long.”
Sage nods, and I can feel her unease, her fear. Every emotion of hers rushes into me. Grabbing her hand, I can feel how clammy it is. I kissed the back of her hand before tugging her to some seats. We have just sat down when the door opens, and Mateo comes in.
“Ah, perfect timing,” Katya tells him before nodding to Sage.
“Malik told Kat you had no shoes.” Mateo tells Sage, and Sage looks over at him, and he nods to her. Mateo holds out a pair of flip-flops for her.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to,” Sage tells him.
“No, it’s fine, I had to duck to the shop anyway.” He waves her off before walking over to Kat and pecking her forehead.
“The kids?” She asks him.
“Ezra has them, they are fine. You worry too much,” He tells her. “I will see you at home,” he tells Kat, and she nods.
“Jasmine will be over soon with Marley,” Kat tells Mateo as he is about to walk out the door.
“She is running late. She rang before I left.” He tells her, and Kat nods before turning back to the book she is reading for Jonah.
“Kat, you don’t have to wait,” I tell her.
“I wanted to see Jonah. I can see Jasmine when I get home. It has been two weeks,” she tells me, kissing Jonah’s head and continuing the book.
Sage fidgets with her fingers, her eyes looking around, and I can feel how anxious she is. It feels like we are waiting forever, but it probably has been about half an hour. The receptionist says she will ring him, but Sage tells her no and that he is busy, and she is fine to wait.
But time drags on, and not long after, Kat’s phone starts ringing, and she walks outside to answer it. A few moments later, she rushes back in frantically.
“I need to go. Do you want me to take Jonah?” She says, her eyes glancing toward him, and I get up, worried.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Marabella, she hurt Marley, she is fine, luckily, Eziah was holding Marley’s hand, or it would have been much worse.” Kat shakes her head, I can hear the rapid beating of her heart, and see the worry in my sister’s eyes.
“Kat, go, Jonah’s fine here,” I tell her, and she seems to shake herself out of wherever her mind went before rushing out.
“Is Marabella ok?” Jonah asks me.
“I am sure she is fine,” I tell him, and Malik nods to him.
Jonah sits down beside me, and I can see the worry on his face. “She is fine,” I tell him, pushing his hair from his eyes. He nods but doesn’t look convinced, and I sigh, turning back to Sage, who seems to be in a stare-off with the office door.
I stroked her hair, pulling her head to my chest, her stiff body resists until I start purring. I see the receptionist glance over the counter, quickly looking away with a slight smile on her lips.