Kitty’s thunder between his legs gave him an instant hard-on.
He could feel the ribs of the leather seat, rubbing against the edges of his new orifice between his legs. No wonder girls liked bikes, he thought, easing out into traffic.
he and Mal had been at it almost all night. Knight was close to his cat the entire time, clawing his lover, purring, howling. He demanded, cajoled, wanted Mal to be in him all night, and Mal obliged.
He was tired but exhilarated. After a quickie in the morning, Mal went off to his work, and Knight decided to take a long ride. As a matter of fact, he had someone to visit.
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Blake was just packing his bags for court when his secretary poked her head in. “Mr. Thompson? Someone here to see you.”
“I’m a little busy right now. Have them make an appointment.”
“Blake,” said a deep voice, and Blake turned to see Knight standing in the doorway.
“Oh, it’s you. Look, I’m on my way to court. Can you walk and talk at the same time?”
“Yeah?” he said, tilting his head.
“You’d be surprised.” He finished packing his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “So what’s up?” He asked, walking.
“I need a shifter doctor.”
He laughed, “Just because I’m a lawyer and a shifter doesn’t mean I know people outside of my own clique. But I do know a few. Why?”
“I’m pregnant.”
Blake chuckled. “Someone’s going to have your baby. Want to protect your rights to the baby?”
“I’m serious. It’s me.”
Blake stared at Knight while the elevator door closed in on them. “You?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
Knight said, “You want th’ details?”
The elevator stopped. “No. No, I don’t think I do.” The two men got off the elevator.
“A’right. Know anybody?”
“I know of a couple, but for your particular circumstances, I don’t know any.”
“I’ll work with wha’ you got.”
Blake walked on in silence, and then nodded to himself. “In fact, I know of a general practitioner, if you don’t mind tigers.”
“Sure, I don’ mind.”
“Maybe he can refer you to a GYN.” Blake stopped, pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled on it. “His daughter had a run-in with the law, is how I know him. Don’t tell him I sent you. He doesn’t want to remember he had to call on me.”
“Thanks,” Knight said, and took the paper, letting Blake continue on alone. He looked at it, and tried to pronounce it. “Rosan Gajraj.”
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“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re booking out into August.”
Knight leaned on the small ledge. He smiled, turning on the charm. “I jus’ need t’ talk t’ him for five minutes.”
She looked up into his smoky diamond eyes and she sighed. “I’ll see what I can do. Wait right here.” She slid the glass window closed. He waited there, while three people behind him looked irritated or bored. He saw through the frosted window that she talked to someone, and he could hear voices, but not what they said. Then she slid open the door. “You have five minutes. Last door at the end of the hallway.”
“Thanks,” he said, and opened the door. His heavy boots thumped on the floor as he strode to the last door.”
He saw a tall Indian man standing at his desk. He was drinking something from a mug, and set it down on a hot pot. “You have five minutes.”
Knight shut the door saying, “I’m pregnant.” He didn’t take his hand from the door knob.
The man sniffed. “You could be, but you’re definitely in heat.” He moved closer to the desk, doing what most men did if they wanted to hide tented pants. “I won’t ask how or why.”
“Long story, don’t have time. I need a baby doctor. A shifter one.”
“I see. I know of one, maybe two.” He went in his desk, pulling out a pad. “Lila might be spooked. Marsha is a wolf and won’t spook that easily.” He wrote down two names for him, handing them to him. “And make an appointment. I want to see this miracle of nature.”
“Sure, doc,” Knight said, and turned the handle, walking back out of the doorway. He stopped at the desk and made an appointment for August.
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The third floor climb almost took the wind out of him. They said the elevator was closed, and people were wildly upset on the first floor. He had called Marsha Sacks and there was an opening that very day, probably due to the fact that pregnant women couldn’t climb stairs.
He got to the third floor, panting, and noticing it was very hot up here. He wiped the sweat from his face and went to suite 320, which was next to a optometrist’s office.
He walked into the office. It wasn’t much better inside, but the air was not as moist as it was outside the door. The sun from an open part of the sunroof beat down into the little waiting room, where one woman sat, reading Parents magazine. Again, another set of frosted-glass doors barred him from the secretary. She opened it, smiled at him. “Hello, you must be the man who spoke on the phone with me.” She looked around him. “Where’s your wife?”
“It’s me,” he said quietly.
The woman blanched. “Oh. Oh. I…oh.”
He smiled. “Paperwork, you said?”
She got herself together and handed him a clipboard and a pen. “She’ll be right with you.”
he was filling out the last few sheets when he got called in. A woman, not even looking pregnant at all, was coming out. She stared at him for a minute, sniffing the air. He tipped her his sunglasses which were on his head.
A young woman brought him into a room and started asking a lot of the same questions that were on the form. She didn’t seem the least non-plussed. “When did you have your first period?” he was asked.
“I din’t.”
She scribbled something, asked more questions. Did he smoke, drink, when did he first have sex?
“Like a man or like a woman?” he asked, and that was the only thing that made her flush.
“Both,” was her response, scribbling. She pulled out a jonny and handed it to him, along with a large piece of folded paper. “That’s for your lap,” she said about the paper. “Jonny goes on with the opening in the back.”
Then Marsha came in. She looked, indeed, like a walking Alpha: tall, a regal bearing even in her white coat. She had a pink ribbon on her lapel and her name spelled out in dark blue letters, and the name of Mercy Hospital stitched on the other side. Her long brown and silver hair was tied back with a simple leather thong. She wore no make up, had broad shoulders but small, dainty hands. “Mr. Knight, I’m Marsha,” she said without a smile, but with an offer of her hand. “You think you might be pregnant?”
“Well, we were at it all night,” said Knight.
“Most hermaphrodites are sterile,” Marsha said, and Knight looked dejected. Marsha raised a hand, “However, it is possible.”
“Bu’ tha’s the point, t’ get pregnant.”
“Let’s see first if you’re able to get pregnant, if you have all the right parts in the right places. Lie down, please.”
He did, and she started feeling her way around his abdomen. She lifted the jonny to get a closer look at his nether regions. “Hm. Mind if I send you for an ultrasound?”
“Will it hurt?”
“No. And bloodwork and labs. I’m going to treat this like a fertility consult, and check if everything’s in the right order. Then we’ll talk about infertility issues, whether you can take a baby or not.”
“What if I get pregnant in the meantime?”
Marsha shrugged. “Then we’ll work on making sure the baby’s healthy.”