(Small Fry Chapter 2)
Declan continued, “From January onwards, I don’t want her doing more than one lecture a month. Then from June, she’s not going to do any for at least six months.”
“Excuse me?!” I exhorted in surprise.
“Maternity leave, B.” He glared my way.
Oh, maternity leave…now why didn’t I think of that? I had just been planning my schedule for months in advance and it had never crossed my mind! It made it worse when Declan was the one who was anti-pregnancy.
“Yeah, you’d better take note of that, Aneet.” I glared back.
“Would you like me to book you into seeing an obstetrician at the Hodge Endeavor Hospital in Anchorage?” She offered.
Aneet didn't know I was a Circulator or what that meant. However from her confidentiality training, she knew that her boss was 'different' and my medical requirements had to be kept from the public eye. But since I was also a Werewolf, I was hardly ever ill and if I were injured; the blood of my Werewolf kin could revive me. I also had the tribe's Medicine Man whom was another Werewolf to treat me, or even the Medical Lab at Circulate HQ, which was run by the Circulate Mainframe. The computer also oversaw Hodge Endeavor's Hospitals and the Legal Department, providing my mate and I with falsified birth or death certificates, to hide our real ages.
Abruptly, Declan darted forwards to cover the speaker with his hand, so she couldn’t hear.
“No, we do this with Ki.” He frowned. “A human doctor isn’t going to know jack about how Werewolves do blood transfusions, which is going to be a guarantee when you have this.”
I snatched my phone out from underneath his hand to say, “Thanks Aneet, but it won’t be necessary. We have our own medical staff.”
Declan wasn't put off by my rudeness or glares. Instead, he sat on the side of the bed to look on my schedule. To stop him, I slammed shut my laptop.
“However, I will notify the Board of this news.” She organized. “Would you like me to contact your English relatives, the Worthall’s?”
“Um,” I thought on this, “I don’t think it’s necessary. When Jarrod Worthall - the Engineer in ISF I told you about - calls next, I’ll let him know myself.”
“Very well.” She acquiesced. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Dr. Baker?”
“No thanks Aneet, I think that’s it.” I signed off.