He was chopping vegetables and the knife stopped in midair. “Say again?”

Siena had been watching him intently but at his question she pulled back, looking a little alarmed. “Why are you saying it like that? In that tone? Emma and Catarina freaked me out already. Don’t you start.”

“Your female didn’t specify twins or show you an image of two? She said more than one?” He felt his heart pounding. Hard. Without answering, he reached for his male. The lazy bastard was sleeping, ignoring the conversation. He’d done his work for the day, wasn’t going to be able to be with his mate and was tired.

My mate is pregnant.

The cat acknowledged that with a lazy yawn.

How many?

His male had been around a long time. He knew what that meant. He immediately sent the impression of three.

Elijah drew in a deep breath. He felt Siena’s eyes on him. Hell yeah, he’d gotten her pregnant. They’d been crazy wild on the floor together. But three? Triplets? Who had triplets? How hard was it to carry them? He needed to call Doc, like now.

He dumped the vegetables in the pan with a little bit of olive oil, chopped up a chicken breast and added that in as well, all the while avoiding her green eyes.

“I’m going to grab you some gloves while this is cooking.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I will in a couple of minutes, when we’re sitting over dinner. Two minutes, baby, I promise I’ll be quick.” He was already on the move. “You can’t eat without gloves.”

He punched in Doc’s private number as he hurried down the hall. “She’s carrying triplets,” he blurted out the moment the man answered. “Siena. My leopard told me she’s carrying triplets.”

“Don’t panic.”

He was completely panicked. “Listen to me, Doc. I mean every fucking word I’m saying to you. I want children with her, but not if she’s in danger. If this is going to be too hard on her body, if there’s a chance she won’t survive, she’s not doing this.” He couldn’t actually say the words to get rid of them. That would kill him, but he wouldn’t survive losing Siena, not even if the children survived.

“Women carry triplets. She’ll have to most likely go on bed rest at some point because we won’t want them born too early. Stop panicking, go back and tell her. She’s healthy. She’s happy. She’s got an overprotective bastard looking out for her. She’s going to be fine. I’ll want to do an ultrasound, just to confirm and get ahead of any potential problems. Is she having a difficult time with morning sickness?”

“It isn’t just in the morning. She’s sick a lot, any time of the day.”