“He doesn’t have a choice. You make that clear. Take him out and run him until he’s exhausted, but Siena can’t shift anymore. Not with three babies in her. It’s too strenuous, not to mention, your male’s going to want rough sex and then you two will.”

“No problem, Doc,” Elijah said.

“Why are you talking to him when you started out talking to me?” Siena demanded. “I need a towel to wipe this gunk off my belly.” She was blushing, clearly uncomfortable with discussing rough sex of any kind, leopard, shifter or human—her gaze had stopped meeting Elijah’s completely.

Doc handed her a small towel. He didn’t look in the least remorseful. “Because I know Elijah will keep his eye on you and won’t let you skip meals, eat the wrong foods, forget to drink water or rest. You’ll have a tendency to want to overdo it, and he’s not going to allow that. Also, he’s going to know all the signs of preterm labor and you aren’t to ignore any of them.”

Siena made a face, pulled down her shirt, and Elijah helped her into a sitting position. His arm slid around her shoulders. “Just don’t give me three girls, baby,” he teased. “You promise that and I’ll let you have ice cream once in a while.”

“I’m having ice cream,” Siena declared. “Especially since it’s the male who determines the sex of the child, and so you’re responsible if we have daughters.”

She teased him back, but he noted her gaze didn’t go to his. Not once. Still, he kept trying to show her he was all right with everything. He gave a deliberate groan. “Don’t put that on me.”

“One last thing we need to discuss,” Doc interrupted. “Transfusion syndrome will occur in about ten percent of monozygotic pregnancies. It’s a condition when abnormal blood vessels may develop when a single placenta is shared. Basically one baby can become a donor for the others, endangering all of them. You aren’t showing any signs of this, but I’ll monitor you closely. There are a couple of advanced treatments now that have saved a good sixty percent or more of babies affected. I don’t think that will happen, but that’s because I’ve never seen it in a shifter.”

Siena looked even more frightened and placed both hands protectively over her tummy as if she could shield the children. Elijah held her closer, moving into her so he could keep her beneath his shoulder.

“Elijah has my private number. Call day or night for anything,” Doc said. “You’re very healthy, Siena, and so far the babies are developing perfectly.”

“We’re getting married in two days, Doc, at Jake’s. You’re welcome to come,” Elijah said, helping Siena down from the exam table.