“What if it’s negative?” I whisper.
Alex left work just to be here with me, and I wish the other two were, too. Whatever the result is, it feels like something we should hear together.
The door opens and my breath hitches. Then my heart begins to race when Desmond’s head appears around the side before he fully steps in.
“Anything?” he asks.
He crosses the room and presses his soft lips to my forehead.
“What are you doing here?” I wince. I hadn’t meant for that to come out so snippy, but I’m surprised to see him. “Thought you had court today,” I say.
“Only a quick hearing,” Des answers, brushing his fingers through my hair.“How are you feeling?”
Definitely better having both of them with me. Instead of saying that, I smile. “Nervous. Anxious. Ready to get the results.”
“If it’s negative, we’ll try again during your next cycle,” Alex says from behind me, his breath minty and warm against my cheek as he nuzzles his against mine. “Either way, I’ll definitely enjoy the practice.” The words are whispered against the shell of my ear.
My perfume explodes into the air as my dick hardens almost instantly.
Definitely worked to distract me from the second hand ticking away on the generic clock hanging on the wall.
“We could lock the door. I’m sure Desmond would love to drop to his knees right here and –”
A sharp knock on the door has me jumping a foot in the air as my cheeks grow hot. Pretty sure I look sunburned or resemble a ripe tomato when the doctor steps back in the room.
He’s an older beta male with kind eyes, lines between his brows, but deep smile lines around his mouth and eyes.
“Looks like we’re only missing one of the gang now,” he says in that fatherly way. “Are we waiting?”
“No,” Des, Alex, and I all say at the same time.
No way can I wait until all three alphas can be present because, really, there’s no way to tell when that time will come again. Other than weekends. Pretty sure the medical staff doesn’t want to come in on their day off just to give us our test results.
The doctor rolls the stool closer and lowers onto it, then opens the folder he carried in and scans over the numbers and letters that look as though they’re in a different language. Not so much because I can’t decipher them – I’m not focusing thathard – but because my sight is blurring with tears and my heart is thumping so loudly, I’m surprised everyone in the room can’t hear it.
I squint my eyes as the doctor’s lips move, but I swear it’s in slow motion, even when he glances up at me, then over to each of the alphas.
It isn’t until Alex’s arms tighten around me and Des cups my face in his hands, tilting my head back to slant his mouth over mine, that the words register:Positive.
The test was positive. I’m pregnant. We succeeded on our first try.
And now, I have a little life growing inside me.
My eyes are still open as Des keeps his mouth pressed against mine and then pulls back to stare into my face, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Thank you,” he whispers as though the lump in his throat is too big to speak past.
“Holy shit. We need to call Mason,” Alex says from behind me.
He climbs over the side of the exam table and pulls his phone free while Desmond steps away from me to get closer.
The phone is on speaker, the ringing filling the room over and over until Mason’s voice breaks the monotonous sound.
“How’d it go?” he asks, his voice quiet.
Is he in court today? Did he have to step out of the room to take the call?
“We’re going to be fathers,” Des says, unable to hold back as the watery smile stretches across his face, his eyes darting to my face then back to the phone.
