Page 43 of Gemini
“That’s fine. I’d rather let this whole thing be in the past.” It did not take her long to come to this decision. She squeezed my hand and smiled my way. “I’m safe and protected with my men. That's all that matters.”
Wendy turned her face away to look at Baelor, sitting at her other side. He smiled back.
She had been with us for only two weeks and both my brother and I could not fathom the idea of living without her now.
“You shouldn’t have consummated before we had a chance to do your medical check up!” the old human scientist seethed, looking over his electronic device.
“Uhm, sir?” Wendy stepped forward, lifting a finger as if to ask for permission. The assholeglaredat her.Oh, I am going to—“In my defense, I already had a check-up and necessary shots before I left Galleat, and—”
“But notallof them!” he interrupted her. Baelor’s hand closed around my forearm to prevent me from stepping closer and choking the old male. “You should have had the second shots before…Ugh!” He turned around and pushed the flat device against another man’s chest before he started pacing. “Like I don’t already have enoughproblemswith the damn Canco,” he muttered to himself.
“Maxwell, I think you’re overreacting,” John stepped in. “We’re still in the right window to do the second shots now…”
The old male’s glare now zeroed in on John. “As I already told you, I don’t have thetimeto deal with this right now. Go and take care of it, I need to fix the Canco issue.”
Was this man all worked up because of the Cancos?
“What has Filbur done to piss this male off?” Baelor half muttered half chuckled, leaning closer to me over Wendy’s head.
I shrugged. “I did not even remember the Canco’s name so how would I know?” I had tried my best to stay clear of him during the few weeks he had spent on Gemini, collecting data to help the humans prepare for the brides’ arrival.
The man left, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. John let out an annoyedsigh.
“I wish I had the shots back on Gemini so I could have done it myself,” he gritted out. “I guess we should at least enjoy the fancy facilities, then.”
“What is his problem?” I asked as John led us through the narrow corridors. Wendy clung to my hand, looking around silently.
“Something about the Canco’s migration and the timing being off for the Canco bride,” John answered.
I looked at Baelor. He was the one who knew the most about the other species.
“Cancos migrate twice a year,” he explained. “If Filbur is supposed to pick up his bride in the middle of the migration, it might be problematic, both for him and her.”
“Why?” Wendy asked.
Baelor shrugged. “I do not know. Maybe it takes them weeks or months. Would you enjoy being forced to walk all day for so long right after landing on an unfamiliar planet and being married to an unfamiliar male?”
She did not ponder it for long. “Beats being abducted and held captive for days and meeting my husbands—plural—without a translator.”
John let out a cough. She had a point…
“Can’t they reschedule?” Wendy asked. “Not the migration, but the bride. Maybe they can send her next month and do another species before.”
John shook his head as we took another turn and stopped in front of a closed door. “Brides are brought here one by one and in order. I believe the Canco’sbride is already here and the next one is still traveling, if she’s even on her way.”
The door opened. “She is,” the male inside said. “The Leo’s bride will be here in a month, she comes from a far away colony, and getting her in the program was a diplomaticnightmare.” The man waved us in and instructed us to take the seats facing a strange looking bed. “But the Canco’s bride—Tamara—is already here. She’s been here for two whole days.” He paused, extending a hand to Wendy. Baelor’s grip found my forearm again. “Hi, I’m Doctor Gilbert. You must be Miss Wendy Winsbur?”
Wendy nodded, grabbing his hand to shake it. Baelor kept holding me back.
“Great! You’ve given us quite the scare, you know?” He glanced at Baelor. “Your man here too.”
Wendy turned her head to look at him. Baelor kept his gaze forward, avoiding hers.
“Anyway, you’re here now and it’s all in the past. Come and sit on the examination table,” he said, pointing at the thing that definitely looked more like a bed than a table. “I’ll do a quick check up and—”
“I’ll handle it,” John cut him off, standing up from the uncomfortable chair.
The man frowned. “John, I can—”
