After that was done, the woman escorted them down a hallway that had a dozen or so numbered rooms opening off of it. As they went along, the decor was the same brown and cream of the waiting room, with similar kinds of glass mounted, fake-textured “art” doing its best to give a noninstitutional feel to a place filled with medical equipment, and people in scrubs and white coats.
“In five, please,” the nurse said, once again standing to the side.
As iAm passed by her, she took an extra step back, her eyes widening as if she liked the way he smelled.
The nurse shook herself and came in, closing the door. “If you could sit on the exam table, that would be great. And you can be anywhere you’d like, sir.”
The Shadow chose the seat right across from the entry, staring at the door as if he were daring somebody, anybody to come through it.
With another smile, Beth had to wonder what the nurse would think if she knew he was prepared to jump anyone he didn’t like the looks of. And kill them.
Maybe cut them up and put them into a stew.
God, she hoped it really had been chicken in that soup …
“Ms. Marklon? Hello?”
She shook herself. “Oh, sorry, what?”
The history part of things went fast, because before her transition she’d been perfectly healthy, and it wasn’t like she was going to tell them that a mere two years ago, she’d become a vampire.
Duh.
“And how far along do you think you are?” came the eventual question.
“I have no idea whether I’m even pregnant, to be honest. It’s a possibility, though, and I am having a lot of nausea—I just want some reassurance everything’s okay.”
“Have you taken an over-the-counter test?”
“No. Should I have?”
The nurse shook her head. “We can do a blood test here if the doctor wants one. And as for the nausea, if you are pregnant, a lot of women get morning sickness that’s more like all-day sickness in the first trimester—and yet it’s all perfectly fine.”
“Good Lord, I can’t believe I’m talking like this.”
The nurse just smiled and finished writing in the chart.
“Okay, now, if you’d like to change into this gown.” A paper square was placed in her lap. “I’ll send the doctor in.”
“Thanks.”
The door shut behind the nurse with a click.
“I can’t leave you,” iAm said as he got up, turned around and faced the wall—and put his head in his big hands. “But I would strongly suggest that you do not tell your husband you got naked with me in the room. I like my arms and legs just where they are, thank you very much.”
“I agree.”
As she made quick work of getting out of her clothes and into that flimsy gown, she really wanted Wrath with her. And actually, it was a good lesson for how much his presence calmed her out. They were so rarely apart, it was easy to forget what he meant to her, especially when things got stressful.
Annnnnd then it was a case of hurry up and wait.
“So if you were going to get married, what kind of woman do you want?”
iAm glanced over at her. “Can’t we talk about baseball or something?”
Oh, crap. “Or guy, as the case might be. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
He laughed again. “I’m not gay.”
“So what would she be like?”
“Man, you don’t quit, do you?”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “Listen, I’m sitting here, freezing cold in this paper doily, about to be told that I have the flu and shouldn’t have bothered coming in. Do me a solid and get my mind off my reality, will you?”
iAm sat back in his chair. “Well, like I said, I haven’t really given it a lot of thought.”
“Can I set you up with someone—”
“No,” he barked. “Nooooooooo. No, no, no, back right off the edge of that ledge, girlie.”
She put out her hands. “Okay, okay. Just, I don’t know, you seem like a good guy.”
He didn’t respond to that one.
And as he fell silent, she figured, damn it, she had made him feel awkward— “Can I tell you something nobody knows?” he blurted.
Beth sat up straighter. “Yes, please.”
The Shadow let out a long exhale. “The truth is…”
Oh, God, please don’t let the doctor come in before he— “I’ve never been with a female before.”
As Beth’s brows punched up to the center of her forehead, she gave them a strict lecture about resettling. She didn’t want him to look up and see the shock on her face.
“Well, that’s…”
“Lame. I know.”
“No, no, not at all.”
“Trez has been more than making up for it,” he muttered. “If we averaged his sex life and mine, we’d still be on the Wilt Chamberlain curve.”
“Oh, wow. I mean—”
“Before my brother bolted from the s’Hisbe, I was too goddamn shy. And then once the shit hit the fan with him? I’ve been trying to keep him from spiraling completely out of control. Plus, I don’t know, I’m not into the sluts. Our tradition says you honor your body by sharing it only with someone you are halved with. Guess I can’t get that bullshit out of my head.”
After a moment, he glowered across at her. “What.”
“I just … I’ve never heard you say that many words at once. It’s nice to have you open up.”
“Can we keep this between us?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
She waited a couple of beats. “But if I meet someone, like, you know, who might make sense, can I introduce you two?”
He shook his head. “’Preciate it. I’m not a good bet, though.”