“We were not responsible for these things in case that’s your next question,” Shiloh says, leaning forward in his chair. “Any other questions?”
The doctor shifts in his feet before he turns toward me.
“You’re both very dehydrated,” Dr. Marsden says, as if looking for an ally. He won’t find one in this room.
“Respectfully, dehydration we can handle at home,” Abbott replies. “We have a family doctor, and he takes wonderful care of us. There are other pressing reasons they’re here.”
“I mean, there’s an antibiotic in the IV drip to treat any possibility of infection or STI,” the Dr. says loudly.
The door is still open behind him, and I think I just died from embarrassment. Ansel stands with a glare, and I wince, sure that he’s either going to read him the riot act or murder him.
It could honestly go either way.
“My omegas are people with feelings,” he growls. “You should not only treat them with respect but with professionalism. If you can’t do either of those, I can have you relieved of your job immediately.”
It’s giving “do you know who the fuck I am” and I’m not mad about it.
Dr. Marsden pales and apologizes as he closes the door to shut out his next words from the hallway.
“I’m so sorry,” he says again. “I just need to be clear that this is serious.”
“Noted,” Ansel grunts, sitting back down as he waves at the doctor to continue.
“Since we understand that you all could have died, I’ll go on,” Dr. Marsden says.Oh goodie.“Winter, you’re pregnant. Did you know that?”
“I…what?” I squeak out, my free hand pressing to my stomach. “Is the baby okay? I was fucking electrocuted for days!”
“Yes. I’m not sure how, but the baby inside of you is a fighter,” he says gently.
I can feel shock through the bonds, and a bit of smugness from Bellamy.
Did you know?!I ask in shock through the bond.
Not for sure, Beloved. It makes sense though. You’ve never been one to puke as much as you have been.
Fuck. A baby.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. Abbott puts his hand over my stomach, squeezing my hand gently.
“Is that a good holy shit?” he asks carefully.
“I’m worried about how bad my body is beat up,” I say honestly. “I can’t believe the baby is okay.”
“Then we’ll work up to a good holy shit,” Ansel says, unbothered.
He literally just feels neutral about the situation, as if he’s simply happy to sit with it. Glancing around Ansel’s body, I meet Shiloh’s wide grin before he winks at me and smooths the smile away.
That’s for me and me alone.
“Okay then,” I breathe, laying back.
“I’m going to assume that there’s no need to terminate if you don’t believe the baby belongs to someone it shouldn’t?” Dr. Marsden squeaks out, as if worried he’s about to be shot.
While I’m sure my alphas are loaded with weapons, I doubt they’ll use it on him. As my alphas growl, I shake my head.
“No, I don’t believe that’s necessary,” I say. There’s no way that’s possible when I was already feeling odd before the auction. “Ah, how long have we been asleep?”
“Just a few hours,” Abbott reassures me.
