“Is there anything else, or can you tell us about Cassidy now?” I ask.
I’ll figure out how I feel about the pregnancy when I can think. Right now, I’m kind of in shock.
“Ah, Cassidy is out of surgery now,” Dr. Marsden says, tripping over his words.
Honestly, I am not scary. He needs to get it together before one of my alphas eats him. Bellamy covers a chuckle with a terrible cough, while Abbott’s lips twitch in amusement. They all can feel our emotions.
This’ll be an adjustment. Bellamy and I tend to hide often. We won’t be able to do that anymore.
“The knife did some damage, but she should heal well,” Dr. Marsden says quickly. “She’s currently under sedation while she recovers. Anyone who is mobile in this room and not on an IV can go see her.”
I make a face at the distinction while Abbott shrugs. “I’ll video call you in,” he mutters under his breath. “We’ll make it work.”
Ansel blows out a breath at the news, and his relief makes me feel lightheaded. Closing my eyes for a moment to center myself, I struggle to hold in a whimper. Fuck, this is weird.
“Is there anything else?” Ansel asks, rubbing my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Princess. Do you want some water?”
“Ugh, if you think it’ll help,” I moan softly.
“Are you nauseous?” Dr. Marsden asks worriedly. “I can get you some anti nausea medication added to your IV. It won’t affect your baby.”
“Dizzy,” I grunt. One word answers are all I can manage.
A straw is tapped against my lips, and I part my chapped lips to take a sip. It’s cold and delicious, making me moan softly. God, it just highlights how fucked my body really is. I can’t believe there’s a tiny person that survived all of that alongside me.
“Alright then,” Dr. Marsden says. “As I was saying, Cassidy is fine. However, I wanted to confirm how long this has been happening?”
I open my eyes as I remove my lips from the straw.
“One week or so,” Abbott grunts. The less we say, the better. Got it.
“There’s a very decent chance she’s exceptionally early on in a pregnancy,” the doctor says, making my eyes widen.
“Bullshit,” Shiloh growls. “She can’t get pregnant, you prick. The doctors said there was too much scarring.”
“I don’t know anything about that, but a blood test shows she’s positive for pregnancy,” he says.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. The timeline is iffy, but we all had a lot of sex during our heat. Not to mention, Bellamy had a lot of sex with her.
My eyes move to Abbott’s as they begin to water, but he’s staring at the doctor.
“How early?” he rasps.
“It’s difficult to tell,” the doctor admits.
“It has to be ours,” Bellamy says fiercely. “There’s no way it can be any other option.”
“Can I ask a very personal and uncomfortable question?” Dr. Marsden asks.
My gaze snaps to his, flinching at whatever it is that he sees.
“Ask with caution,” I growl.
There’s a wave of admiration from my pack, but my gaze doesn’t move away from the doctor’s.
“There’s evidence of sexual assault,” he says very gently. “Ah, with Cassidy. The surgical team had to provide a few stitches to the areas affected by forced entry. Do you know how long the assault went on?”
“On and off for the last five days,” Bellamy says.
