“No, I’m very happy right now,” Cassidy says, snuggling with us. She’s careful not to move too much because of her surgery,stitches, and bruised ribs, but I’m so happy I can see her and touch her.
“Alright. I’ll be back. I love you,” Abbott says.
We chorus that we love him back, and Cassidy hums under her breath as he leaves.
“Okay, what have I missed?” Cassidy asks. “How long have we been here? I haven’t even seen the doctor.”
Coward.He probably doesn’t want to say the wrong thing.
“We’ve been here for a week, and Bell and I are supposed to be discharged tonight,” Winter says.
“You had surgery, and they put you into a medicated coma to heal,” I add. “Winter and I have been poked and prodded like crazy, and we’ve been bugging the guys to let us see you.”
“If I was sleeping, I promise I was probably very boring,” Cassidy teases gently.
God, I can’t believe she can joke about any of this.
“What else? Where are Ansel and Shi?” she asks.
Her fingers move over my bite marks with a happy sigh, and Winter shows hers off. Things are slowly being set to rights.
“They went home to shower and change. They’re both going to be pissed they missed this,” I explain.
“I’m sure they’ve been losing their minds,” she sighs. “Ugh, I want to know what happened at the bunker, but the door is open. No, don’t get up. I’ll find out when Abbott comes back.”
“Abbott would video chat from your room so we could see you. We really missed you. Even if you were asleep,” I explain. “We solidified our bonds as soon we woke up, even though Abbott worried that it might hurt us.”
“Was there anything else?”
We have to say something, Winter whispers to me.
“There is, huh?” she asks.
“Apparently, I’m pregnant,” Winter squeaks out.
“You’re…what!” Cassidy gasps. “But the baby, they’re okay? After everything?”
“The blood test shows that the baby is more than two weeks old, and they did more tests yesterday,” I confirm. “The levels are increasing, which lowers the chance of miscarriage.”
“How do you feel about this?” Cass asks.
“I was shocked,” Winter says. “So much happened, I wasn’t sure if I could be happy about this. But now? I’m starting to feel excited. I know I’m young…”
“It’s not like you’re going to be doing this alone,” Cassidy says with wide eyes, taking her hand. “There will be more than enough people to help.”
Winter takes a deep breath, and rips the bandaid off.
“Even if there’s two babies?” she asks.
“Two? It’s too early to know that, right?” Cassidy asks carefully. “Do twins run in your family?”
I know that she’s trying not to make Winter feel insane, and I can appreciate that. I rub my thumb over the hand that has an IV in it, careful not to fuck any of the tubing up.
“No, they don’t,” I reply. “It’s not Winter, it’s you too. There are two babies. The doctor said when they were doing tests while you were in surgery, they found out that the doctors were wrong about your ability to get pregnant when you were younger.”
“You can get pregnant,” Winter confirms.
Cassidy’s eyes grow wide, and I can only imagine what she’s thinking. Her lavender scent gets even stronger, and I imagine she’s panicking.
