They lay there for the longest time, and fucking hell, he wished he could see her properly. Instead, he settled for running his fingertips over her features.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Victorious.” He could hear the smile on her face. “God, I love Rehvenge. He really took it to the Council.”
When he didn’t say anything, she sighed. “This is a good thing, Wrath. I promise you.”
“Yeah, it is.” He kissed her on the mouth, and then pulled away. “I’m starved. You want to eat?”
“Actually—no. I’m not hungry, but it’s got to be time for First Meal. Unless we slept through it?”
“I think that time is past. And you guys call it breakfast, right?” He got out of bed and went over to let George in from the bathroom. “I doubt anyone else is up. That party went till five in the afternoon.”
As he popped the door, the golden tackled him with the hellos, collar jangling, tail whapping into the doorjambs, Wrath’s leg, the wall as he circled, circled, circled, and sneezed from smiling.
“Wrath?”
“Hey, my man,” he said as he knelt down. “What’s up, big man? Who’s the big man—”
“Wrath.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go to work after you eat.”
“You trying to get me back on the horse?” He stroked that smooth head as the dog sneezed again.
“Yes. I am.”
He rubbed his own face. “Shower. Food. Then we’ll talk.”
“Work, you mean.”
The good news, he supposed, was that no one was going to want anything from him in the loo. And as he stepped under the spray before it went warm, he didn’t know why he was hurrying. That wife of his was going to snap his chain until he was back on the throne, pushing papers.
With that prospect hanging over his head? He should be hand-washing himself in the sink and using a lady’s fan to dry off—
At first he wasn’t sure what he was hearing. But then, over the drone of the shower, he recognized it as retching.
He jumped out of the marble stall so fast, he nearly yard-saled on the slippery floor. “Beth! Beth—”
“I’m fine,” she said from around the corner.
Rushing over to the toilet’s separate little room, he threw out his palms and felt around, finding his mate on her knees in front of the bowl, one hand holding back her hair, the other braced on the seat.
“I’ll get Doc Jane.”
“No, you won’t—”
She was cut off by a series of heaves, and as he stood over her, he wanted to be the one going through the gasping and the straining.
“Screw this,” he muttered, stumbling forward as he went for the house phone—
Except it rang before he could pick the thing up to dial the clinic’s extension. Shit, maybe V’s wife was reading minds, too, now.
“Jane?”
“Ah, no, sire, ’tis Fritz.”
“Oh, listen—could you get me—”
“Wrath, stop it. I’m fine,” Beth said from directly behind him.
He wheeled around. His wife’s scent certainly didn’t suggest a health emergency—and that tone of hers was annoyed, not panicked. “Ah…”
“Whom may I bring for you?” the butler asked over the connection.
Beth cut in again: “Wrath, seriously. Don’t bother the woman, okay? There’s nothing going on.”
“Then why were you throwing up?”
“I’m sorry?” Fritz said. “Sire?”
“Not you,” Wrath muttered. “And either she comes here or—”
“Fine, fine, I’ll go down to the clinic,” Beth murmured. “Just let me get dressed.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“I had a feeling you were.”
Exhaling a curse, he wondered how in the hell he was going to make it through this—either she was pregnant, in which case he was going to be scared shitless for how long? Eighteen months? Or she wasn’t, in which case he was going to have to help her through her disappointment.
Or … shit, she could lose the young, too.
That was the third option—oh, God, now he felt like throwing up.
“Thanks, Fritz,” he said, “I’ll be down—”
“Sire, I just wanted you to know that there will be workmen in the house this evening.”
“Workmen?”
“For the billiards room? The damage … was rather extensive. The floor needs to be entirely replaced, although the good news is that the original craftsmen are available. I hired them to come, and coordinated with Tohr. He was going to discuss this with you?”
“There’s been a lot going on.”
“But do not worry, sire. We have proper security measures in place. The workers have been background-checked by Vishous, and the Brothers will be on hand to supervise. I’m afraid there was no other option, assuming we wish to use the space again.”
“That’s cool. Don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
As Wrath hung up, he refocused on the issue of his female. Marching over to the closet, he yanked on his leathers and a muscle shirt.
“Let’s go,” he announced as he put George’s halter on.
“Wrath, I’m going to be just fine…” There was a pause. “Oh, shit.”
Her footfalls hurried by him, and headed back for the toilet.
Calmly, Wrath returned to the phone—and got the butler to connect him to Doc Jane.
It was a little difficult to argue with the hubs about a doctor’s visit when Beth couldn’t get her head out of the bowl. Every time she thought the nausea was over, she’d get to her feet, go back out into the bedroom—and two minutes later, she’d be on her knees again on the marble floor, heaving up absolutely nothing.
“I don’t need to lie down,” she groused as she stared at the ceiling over their bed.
When Wrath didn’t reply, she turned her head on the pillow and shot a glare in his direction. He was sitting at the foot of the mattress, shoulders set, jaw locked, huge body still as stone.
“I’m fine,” she tacked on.
“Uh-huh.”
“This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about every little twinge.”
“You just tried to throw up your liver.”
“I did not.”
“So you were working on your pancreas?”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“I can feel you glaring at me,” Wrath said.
“Well, I am. This is ridiculous.”
The knock on the door was quiet. So was the “Hello?”
“Come in,” Wrath said as he got up. Sticking his hand straight out, he waited for Doc Jane to come to him.
“Hey, you two,” the female said as she entered … and slowed down to look around at the suite. “Dear God, check out this place.”
“Over the top, right?” Beth said.
“Is it real?” Jane breathed as she shook Wrath’s hand. “I mean, like … the rubies and the emeralds. On the walls?”
“Yeah, they’re real.” Wrath shrugged as if it were no big deal. “They were part of the treasury from back in the Old Country. Darius had them installed here.”
“Pretty fancy wallpaper.” Doc Jane focused on Beth and smiled as she came over, all business. “So I understand you’ve been sick.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, she isn’t,” Wrath cut in.
“Yes. I am.”
Doc Jane put her old-fashioned bag down on the bedside table and cleared her throat. “Well, maybe we can just see how you’re doing anyway. Can you tell me what happened?”
Beth shrugged. “I threw up—”
“Like two dozen times,” Wrath interjected.
“It was not two dozen times!”
“Fine, three dozen—”
Doc Jane put up both of her palms and looked back and forth. “Um … you know what I’d like to do if it’s okay with you, Wrath? How about I talk to your mate one-on-one—I’m not kicking you out. I just think maybe things will go a little better if she and I had a second alone?”