Taking a breath, I nod, and Abbott kisses my temple as he takes my hand and we walk inside. This practice is very open to letting packs go in together, which is why we’re here. We refuse to be separated for any amount of time while we’re here.
Greig and Henri are standing by the elevators, attempting to look inconspicuous, but that’s difficult when they’re such big men.
Winter and the guys stand as they see me, and we greet the nurse at the door before walking inside the inner sanctum of the practice. Winter gets weighed first, while I sigh when I realize that I have weapons on me.
I don’t like to go anywhere unarmed anymore, but I should have thought about this.
“Give it to me, baby,” Abbott teases, making me roll my eyes.
“I think that’s why she’s here,” the nurse smirks as I giggle.
“Ugh. Please don’t think badly of me for this,” I grumble. I’m wearing a two piece skirt set, and there’s a slit up the right side for my gun. Turning to the side, I twitch the slit open and unwrap my holster with my gun and hand it to Abbott.
Taking off my purse, I hand it to Shiloh’s outstretched hands, and then remove a knife and a taser from my pockets and hand it to Ansel. They all grin from ear to ear, amused as I sigh and turn toward the nurse.
While she raises her brows at my haul, she just shrugs.
“I’m kind of impressed that you managed to get all of that into such a cute outfit,” she says, amused. “Up you go.”
Stepping up onto the scale, I wait for her to log my weight down, and then step back down.
“This way, please,” the nurse says. “I’m Shirley, and I just need to get a little more information before the doctor comes in.”
Winter and I link our fingers together nervously as we follow the nurse. I’m still anxious, but I know that Abbott is right. Whatever happens, happens.
I can’t change anything at this point.
The nurse gets us all comfortable in the large room, and then takes Winter and my blood pressures. She also asks a few more questions about medical history that seems pretty standard, and then she asks who wants to have their abdominal ultrasound first.
“Cass?” Winter asks.
It hits me like a ton of bricks that I’m not the only one nervous.
“I’ll go,” I offer quietly.
“Perfect, hop right up on the table and I’ll be right back with the doctor,” the nurse says, taking her chart and walking out.
Standing, I make a face at the tall table. Hopping on that thing is gonna suck. Isn’t there a step or some shit?
“Baby, you know I got you,” Ansel chuckles, his arms around me. “Fuck, shouldn’t there be a step?”
The words mirror my thoughts, and I squeeze his arms with a laugh.
“Right? Ugh, the stitches are out, but my ribs hate me for certain things,” I groan.
“How are you going to fuck me if your ribs still hurt?” Abbott asks.
“It’s odd because I think I’d be fine with that, but hopping up is on my ‘fuck off’ list,” I explain.
“Wait, you’re going to fuck Abbott?” Winter asks.
Turning me in his arms, Ansel puts his hands on my hips and lifts me easily.
“Possibly,” I say coyly with a smile.
“Can I watch?” Winter asks with wide eyes.
It’s cute how excited she is about it.
