Within, the doctors looked up. Surprised. Worried.
“My mate wants a baby.” I placed a hand on her shoulder. Blade moved up, did the same with the other. “Make her fertile, and we will do the rest.”
With pink cheeks, she cried my name and looked up at me. “Bossy, much?”
I grinned. “With you? Absolutely. Get on with it, doctor,” I ordered.
One came up with a wand, one I’d never seen before.
“Yes, doctor,” Blade added. “We have a mate to fuck. A baby to make.”
“There’s a problem,” the doctor said. Tilting her head to the side, she looked at Harper.
I pulled my mate into my arms, held her tight. “A problem? Is she sick? Fix her. Heal her.”
The doctor laughed. In that moment, I wanted to rip her head from her shoulders. Didn’t she know I was in a panic?
“Styx,” she said, trying to calm my panic.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blade’s body go rigid.
“Styx,” she repeated. She waited patiently as my brain returned to focusing on her instead of all the possibilities that could be harming our mate.
“I can’t make her fertile.”
My heart skipped a beat, not realizing how painful those words were. I had no idea I wanted a child until now. And then have it yanked from me. Gods, Harper would be crushed. She would—
“I can’t make her fertile because she already is. She’s pregnant.”
Harper gasped, her hands dropping to her flat stomach.
“What?” All three of us said the word at the same time.
The doctor smiled, looked down at her wand. “It’s very early, but this sensor is accurate. You, mate of leader Styx, are pregnant. Congratulations.”
“But, but…” Harper went lax in my hold. “I was given birth control on Earth before I was transported. It was to last over two years.”
The doctor just shrugged. “I can run more tests, but no alarms come up from the basic readings. You are healthy. Come see me in a few weeks, or if you have any concerns.”
I was panicking. My heart rate was higher than during battle. My mate was safe. She wasn’t sick, and yet I was afraid. “I carried her over my shoulder.”
“I was rough when I fucked her earlier,” Blade added.
The doctor laughed. “While I don’t recommend carrying her over your shoulder for long, you have not harmed the baby. And as for intercourse, I assure you, there are no restrictions.”
I looked to Blade over Harper’s head. A grin spread across his face. “A father.”
“Yes,” I replied. I tilted Harper’s chin up, kissed her gently.
“Oh no, you’re not going to go all gentle on me now, are you? The doctor just said there are no restrictions.”
Blade scooped Harper up and carried her out of the med unit, calling his thanks over his shoulder as he went.
I followed, ensuring he didn’t drop her. I was being an idiot, but our mate was carrying our child. We’d put it there. All at once I felt virile. My cock pulsed, my balls ached with my very potent seed.
“Faster, Blade.
We have a mate to fuck.”