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flesh below it. So it was over. A price paid but, as Jeremy said, a relatively small one. I only hoped Clay
agreed.
He woke up later the next day, when the drugs wore off. Groggy at first, he just lay there, listening as I
told him that Hull was dead. He was too weak to manage more than muttering, You took a stupid risk,
Elena.
Then Jeremy explained what they d done to his arm, that some of the muscle had been damaged. While
he d have plenty of physiotherapy to undergo, he d never get his full strength back in that arm.
He took it all in, unblinking. I tensed, waiting for the dismay, the rage that this had happened, all because
of a letter I d insisted we steal. As he turned to look at me, I steeled myself for what I d see.
He met my gaze. Ready to go home, darling?
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TWO WEEKS LATER,I WAS SITTING ON THE WEIGHT BENCH in the basement at Stonehaven
reading the Toronto papers Jeremy had brought me. Clay was battling the punching bag, starting the long
process of training his brain to favor his left arm. I was reading the news aloud at Clay s request. Not
that he cared about the aftermath of events in Toronto, but my reading distracted him.
As Jaime and Robert had predicted, once the portal closed, things had started getting back to normal in
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Toronto. It wasn t instantaneous no magic-wand solutions there either. But the city s efforts to clean
the water had begun working, and the rats though still infected had stopped rampaging. Like Clay,
the city had begun the long road to recovery.
As I reached for theNational Post, I rubbed my abdomen.
Still bothering you? Clay said, stopping.
Just uncomfortable.
I d been uncomfortable since last night, unable to sleep and restless, an intermittent dull ache in my
groin. Since our adventure in Toronto, I d been feeling the pregnancy more weighed down, tired and
generally ready to get it over with. Nothing alarming, but Jeremy and Clay panicked every time I
mentioned a stray twinge& so I d stopped mentioning them.
I opened the paper. ThePost is blaming the provincial Liberal government for
A sudden gush of liquid between my legs made me jump up, those horrible miscarriage dreams zooming
back from their hiding place. No, probably just another bladder leak I d been experiencing the joys of
mild incontinence all week. Yet I hadn t laughed or sneezed or any of the other things that normally set it
off. When I inhaled, I smelled something that wasn t blood or urine& something I didn t recognize.
Shit! Clay said, turning so fast the ricocheting bag hit him in the back. Your water broke.
My ?
I looked down at the wet stain down my legs, and was still staring, not quite comprehending, when Clay
started yelling for Jeremy.
So it began.
When I d first become pregnant, Paige had offered to be my midwife. She d done it several times when
she d still lived with her Coven. Yet when Jeremy had suspected, early that morning, that my labor had
begun, he d put off calling her. Savannah had started school, and Lucas was out of town, finishing that
investigation they d been on last month, as he tried to find the shaman a local lawyer to handle his legal
case.
So Paige couldn t throw together a bag and leave for what could be a false alarm. Jeremy postponed the
call until he was sure. By then though, judging by my dilation, the babies would be here before Paige
would, meaning we had to settle for a long-distance midwife.
My discomfort solidified into recognizable contractions. They were intense, but a few minutes
apart hardly debilitating. While Jeremy prepared tea from the brew Paige had sent, I prepared for our
new arrivals.
We d cleared out Malcolm s old room, but hadn t started decorating yet, so my room would stand in as
a temporary nursery.
I put bottom sheets on the bassinets, shook out baby blankets, gathered sleepers and opened the
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package of diapers. Clay kept trying to figure out my next move so he could beat me to it. He got in the
way more than he helped, but I didn t even snap at him. That hour seemed almost surreal, me calmly
laying out tiny diapers and bath towels, unperturbed by Clay and later Jeremy as they tried to
persuade me that none of this needed to be done now. When a contraction hit, I d just wait it out,
breathing deeply, then carry on. Maybe it was a sudden nesting urge, but I was probably in shock.
Then, all of a sudden, the contractions progressed from that s not so bad to holy crap!
When it came to childbirth, being a werewolf gave me a few advantages. First, I was used to going
through holy crap! pain, the kind that makes you vow never to do something again. As with Changing,
this pain had a reward at the end, so I concentrated on that. And when that promise of reward no longer
worked, well, the guys were used to seeing me in a cursing, shouting temper, so they handled it
remarkably well.
Jeremy acted as midwife while Paige coached over the speakerphone. When the time came, I started to
push. Baby number one slid into position& then I realized, with sudden clarity, that I was about to shove
a baby out of a hole usually used by something much smaller. I panicked, and I was about to scream, I
can t do this, when I couldn t help giving a last push and&
We ve got& a boy! Clay said, grinning.
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flesh below it. So it was over. A price paid but, as Jeremy said, a relatively small one. I only hoped Clay
agreed.
He woke up later the next day, when the drugs wore off. Groggy at first, he just lay there, listening as I
told him that Hull was dead. He was too weak to manage more than muttering, You took a stupid risk,
Elena.
Then Jeremy explained what they d done to his arm, that some of the muscle had been damaged. While
he d have plenty of physiotherapy to undergo, he d never get his full strength back in that arm.
He took it all in, unblinking. I tensed, waiting for the dismay, the rage that this had happened, all because
of a letter I d insisted we steal. As he turned to look at me, I steeled myself for what I d see.
He met my gaze. Ready to go home, darling?
News
TWO WEEKS LATER,I WAS SITTING ON THE WEIGHT BENCH in the basement at Stonehaven
reading the Toronto papers Jeremy had brought me. Clay was battling the punching bag, starting the long
process of training his brain to favor his left arm. I was reading the news aloud at Clay s request. Not
that he cared about the aftermath of events in Toronto, but my reading distracted him.
As Jaime and Robert had predicted, once the portal closed, things had started getting back to normal in
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Toronto. It wasn t instantaneous no magic-wand solutions there either. But the city s efforts to clean
the water had begun working, and the rats though still infected had stopped rampaging. Like Clay,
the city had begun the long road to recovery.
As I reached for theNational Post, I rubbed my abdomen.
Still bothering you? Clay said, stopping.
Just uncomfortable.
I d been uncomfortable since last night, unable to sleep and restless, an intermittent dull ache in my
groin. Since our adventure in Toronto, I d been feeling the pregnancy more weighed down, tired and
generally ready to get it over with. Nothing alarming, but Jeremy and Clay panicked every time I
mentioned a stray twinge& so I d stopped mentioning them.
I opened the paper. ThePost is blaming the provincial Liberal government for
A sudden gush of liquid between my legs made me jump up, those horrible miscarriage dreams zooming
back from their hiding place. No, probably just another bladder leak I d been experiencing the joys of
mild incontinence all week. Yet I hadn t laughed or sneezed or any of the other things that normally set it
off. When I inhaled, I smelled something that wasn t blood or urine& something I didn t recognize.
Shit! Clay said, turning so fast the ricocheting bag hit him in the back. Your water broke.
My ?
I looked down at the wet stain down my legs, and was still staring, not quite comprehending, when Clay
started yelling for Jeremy.
So it began.
When I d first become pregnant, Paige had offered to be my midwife. She d done it several times when
she d still lived with her Coven. Yet when Jeremy had suspected, early that morning, that my labor had
begun, he d put off calling her. Savannah had started school, and Lucas was out of town, finishing that
investigation they d been on last month, as he tried to find the shaman a local lawyer to handle his legal
case.
So Paige couldn t throw together a bag and leave for what could be a false alarm. Jeremy postponed the
call until he was sure. By then though, judging by my dilation, the babies would be here before Paige
would, meaning we had to settle for a long-distance midwife.
My discomfort solidified into recognizable contractions. They were intense, but a few minutes
apart hardly debilitating. While Jeremy prepared tea from the brew Paige had sent, I prepared for our
new arrivals.
We d cleared out Malcolm s old room, but hadn t started decorating yet, so my room would stand in as
a temporary nursery.
I put bottom sheets on the bassinets, shook out baby blankets, gathered sleepers and opened the
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package of diapers. Clay kept trying to figure out my next move so he could beat me to it. He got in the
way more than he helped, but I didn t even snap at him. That hour seemed almost surreal, me calmly
laying out tiny diapers and bath towels, unperturbed by Clay and later Jeremy as they tried to
persuade me that none of this needed to be done now. When a contraction hit, I d just wait it out,
breathing deeply, then carry on. Maybe it was a sudden nesting urge, but I was probably in shock.
Then, all of a sudden, the contractions progressed from that s not so bad to holy crap!
When it came to childbirth, being a werewolf gave me a few advantages. First, I was used to going
through holy crap! pain, the kind that makes you vow never to do something again. As with Changing,
this pain had a reward at the end, so I concentrated on that. And when that promise of reward no longer
worked, well, the guys were used to seeing me in a cursing, shouting temper, so they handled it
remarkably well.
Jeremy acted as midwife while Paige coached over the speakerphone. When the time came, I started to
push. Baby number one slid into position& then I realized, with sudden clarity, that I was about to shove
a baby out of a hole usually used by something much smaller. I panicked, and I was about to scream, I
can t do this, when I couldn t help giving a last push and&
We ve got& a boy! Clay said, grinning.
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