(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.
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