Free Pregnant with His Werewolf's Baby by Anya Byrne Page B

sooner had he finished eating the sandwich than nausea roiled
inside him. Gavin rushed to the bathroom and knelt in front of the toilet,
already heaving. His friend ran after him, kneeling by his side and supporting
him as he threw up.
    After he was finished, Jessie helped him up. Gavin leaned
over the sink, washed his face and brushed his teeth. All the while, Jessie
watched him in obvious concern. "If your tests hadn't come out clear, I'd
almost suspect you had hepatitis, although given the whole eating-throwing up
thing, bulimia seems more likely."
    Jessie didn't point out they couldn't be sure Gavin was in
the clear until he repeated the tests in a few months time. That was something
Gavin actively tried not to think about, and he was thankful for his friend not
prodding unnecessarily at the wound.
    "I'm not bulimic," he answered morosely. "I'm
too fat for that."
    He pulled up his shirt and looked at his now distended belly.
Jessie blinked. "Wow, you put even more weight than I realized. Gav, this
can't be healthy. You seriously need to see a doctor. This could be a tumor of
sorts."
    Gavin wasn't listening anymore. He didn't know why, but he
tentatively touched his stomach, waiting. And then, he felt it. A kick seemed
to strike his palm—from inside his body.
    Gavin nearly screamed. He slid to the floor, more terrified
than ever. Jessie knelt next to him. "Gav, what is it? Are you okay?"
    "I... I don't know. I felt something."
    Jessie just stared at him in confusion.
"Something?" he repeated. "What?"
    "Inside me, from my stomach. Like... a movement."
    "Well, I supposed your intestines are quite traumatized
with all the throwing up you're doing," Jessie answered.
    Gavin shook his head and grabbed Jessie's hand, placing it on
his belly. That was when he felt it again, the kick. Jessie gasped. "Holy
shit, Gav. What in the world was that?"
    Gavin wished he had an answer to Jessie's question. "I
think I do need to see a doctor, but... This is no tumor. I know that. I'm just
not sure who I can trust with finding out what it is."
    "I'll call my dad," Jessie offered after a small
pause. "He might be able to help or at least give us a clue to what's
going on. Come on. There's no time to lose."
    ****
    Jessie's father, Dr. William Orwell, looked more like
Jessie's brother than his parent. Gavin had met William before, and he'd liked
his warm, accepting demeanor. He'd never expected having to appeal to William's
medical skills, though.
    William was a very renowned specialist in ob-gyn. Boasting
all the latest equipment in the field, his private clinic teemed with patients
waiting to receive his advice. Gavin had no idea if Dr. Orwell could help him,
but he needed answers, and he didn't know who else he could turn to.
    Upon Jessie's plea, William moved around some of his previous
appointments and received Gavin as an emergency case. Jessie remained outside
the examination room as his father guided Gavin inside. He gestured for Gavin
to lie down on the examination table and offered him a comforting smile.
"Don't be frightened, Gavin. Even if this is an unusual case as Jessie
seems to think, we'll come up with a solution."
    His smile changed into a frown when Gavin exposed his
stomach. "How long have you had this?"
    "Two weeks," Gavin replied. "At first, I
thought I was just gaining weight because I've started eating like crazy."
    William hummed thoughtfully. "And you say you felt
something from inside?"
    Gavin nodded. "Like a kick."
    "Okay, Gavin. I'll just do an ultrasound and maybe we'll
figure out what's happening after that."
    He poured some cool gel on Gavin's belly and turned on the
ultrasound machine. Gavin studiously stared at the ceiling, too afraid to look
at the doctor, or the screen.
    "Oh, dear," William finally said.
    "What?" Gavin asked quickly. "What is
it?"
    He stared at the doctor and then tried to catch a glimpse of
the screen displaying the ultrasound results. He couldn't really figure out
what he saw there, but