Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)
Chapter 72 - Womanly Examination

Chapter 72: Chapter 72 - Womanly Examination

AN: This Chapter I’ve written can be considered graphic/visceral - but it is absolutelynot intended as smut. If gynecology makes you squeamish, I apologize ahead of time.

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Dr. Lang studied the papers longer than I would expect. Throughout it, her expression gave nothing away.

"I’d like to do an examination before we talk more, if that’s alright with you?"

She gestured toward the table I’d yet to sit on. I nodded, though my hands clenched the paper gown at my sides a little.

"Would you like for me to explain the entire process so you feel more comfortable?"

"No, I’ve read about it already..."

"Very well. Just lie back and place your feet in the stirrups, please."

The woman instructed while pulling on gloves. Paper sound crinkles more as I align myself on the vinyl table.

She helps me into the paired ankle-rests as I lay back. Feeling like my legs have been caught in some sort of trap as she adjusts them.

> You’re not helping by growling and whining, you know. It’s stressing me out more... <

Gentle presses on my lower abdomen force me to try to relax - and not react too strongly like at the spa. While feeling beneath my ribs she asked me to cough, so I did.

"Any pain or discomfort?"

"None."

She nodded over at me before sitting back down and rolling closer on the stool, positioning herself between my spread legs. It all felt uncomfortably vulnerable.

But I more or less knew what I was getting into by coming here. The pregnancy books covered ’gynecological’ visits and the related field of ’obstetrics’.

"I’m about to insert what is called a speculum. You might feel some pressure, but it shouldn’t hurt. Tell me if you experience any sharp pain or cramping, okay?"

"Understood."

The lubricated metal was slightly cold as she eased it inside me. I winced at the foreign sensation but forced myself to remain still.

"Just breathe deeply and try to relax. Remember that my purpose in this is not to injure you."

I closed my eyes and did my best to comply with the doctor’s advice. While the pregnancy books mentioned this tool - and I understood the need - it’s a whole other matter having it used on you.

The feeling as it widened and the sound of the light she clicked on for her to look inside me was uncomfortable. But none of it was actually painful.

"Very good. I’m just going to visually examine the tissues now to check for any signs of trauma or infection."

"Alright."

My voice was calm and unemotive. In this position, I felt so vulnerable - yet also oddlydetached.

> Because I’ve accepted this needs to happen... <

She left a running commentary of what she saw, including describing my discharge as... a little viscous, but clear. Like raw egg white or a runny nose but with no scent or color changes indicative of any infections.

The physician took what she called a biopsy and a swab to do some other common tests on, even though she explained that for the most part it was highly unusual for a werewolf to need the answer to those results.

After a few minutes, she clicked the light off and removed the speculum before discarding her gloves.

"Let me make a few notes, then we’ll proceed with the bimanual pelvic exam."

Dr. Lang rolled back to the counter and jotted some details on her tablet. I recalled reading about this part, as well.

And knowing that my abdomen was going to be pressed on even more made me tense.

"Is that painful? Will it harm..."

"Not at all. It’s just an internal examination to feel your reproductive organs, it should only be mild discomfort and will have no dangers. If you do feel any obvious pain, please tell me immediately."

I nodded after she answered, still without explicitly pointing out whether I am or am not pregnant... despite my little attempt to draw out her mentioning ’the child’.

But all that is left is to steel myself. For the rest of the exam, and the answer.

"I understand."

Watching as she put on a new pair of gloves and applied lubrication on the fingers of one of them, I feel a moment of uncertainty. But she wheels back over and I let it pass.

> It’s just a documented medical procedure. That’s all. <

"Okay. Now, you have been doing great so far. For the bimanual, I’m going to insert two fingers into your vagina and press down on your lower abdomen with my other hand. Ready?"

As if she’d sense my hesitance, she explains the process more... despite my earlier claim of knowing what will happen. Possibly to give me time to refuse.

"Ready."

She gently inserted her fingers and I couldn’t help but gasp. The touch was startlingly different from the tool but still cold.

But somehow just as clinical - she clearly took no pleasure in this. Just as I am feeling no arousal.

"Doing okay? Not hurting?"

"Fine. It’s... just sensitive there. I thought I was mentally prepared."

I admitted freely and truthfully. She nodded, her expression sympathetic.

"Perfectly normal for a first visit. I’m going to press down now."

I felt her other hand apply firmer pressure to my abdomen. She moved her fingers inside me, ’palpating’ my internal organs.

Gauging things like shape, consistency, tenderness, and positioning of it all. Just like the book described.

The sensation was... odd. Not painful, but also not particularly pleasant.

> Is it the locations she is touching within there or the aloof look on her face as she concentrates? <

My wolf growled softly in response to my inappropriate internal questioning, and I shushed it. I am allowed to wonder about this!

"All done."

Dr. Lang announced to me after she was done identifying everything she needed to, withdrawing her hand and stripping off the gloves. They are tossed in the marked trash like the others as she washes her hands.

"Everything feels normal, no unexpected masses or tenderness that might suggest complications. Here, some wipes to clean off any remaining lubricant."

She helped me ease out of the stirrups, and I adjusted the paper gown while cleaning myself up in a more comfortable position. Trying to compose myself like a proper princess after the experience, I sit on the table with poise.

My back straightens and chin lifts, with eyes locked toward the other woman’s form. Ready to receive the audience.

"Now, as you know, we have your preliminary test results here."

Dr. Lang said while tapping and adding information on her device’s screen about the exam she just conducted. The wait is killing me, but I patiently let her finish and look back at me.

"Yes. Might I know what it said?"

"There’s no OSF present in your blood, and your wwPH levels are... elevated. You’re most definitely pregnant. Congratulations."