“I would like for you to come in again in a month. With twins, we do things a little differently here at our office. I like to be able to see patients as I feel is right for them and their babies. If everything is good, we’ll do another month appointment, then move to bi-weekly ones. I want to be on top of anything that could potentially go wrong.”
By the time she pulls the wand out, and I can redress, I’m nearly at my wits’ end. I want out of here. I need air. To feel like I’m in control of something. Anything.
The doctor hands me pictures, and I take them along with some papers. She guides me to the front, where I make my next appointment.
The moment I step out into the waiting room, not bothering to take in those sitting, I rigidly make my way outside. I take a breath of fresh air, closing my eyes, letting the sun beat down on my face.
What am I supposed to do now?
I’m having twins.
Twins.
I figured I could handle one by myself, but two? I wasn’t sure I could.
Not to mention, it all felt so real now that it’s confirmed.
Sucking in a breath, I walk to my truck and climb in behind the wheel. Without thinking much of it, I drive straight to the Fallen Demons’ clubhouse and to the one person who knows what’sgoing on with me.
By the time I get there and park, I can barely breathe. I struggle to find the air I need to keep from fainting due to the lack of oxygen.
I scramble to open the driver’s side door and hop out on wobbly legs. I know it’s usually not a good idea to just show up at the clubhouse unannounced. I always call Dustin first, but I really need to see him right now. I need him to tell me I wasgoing to be okay. That I wasn’t going to do something that could lead to potentially losing the two little ones that I’m carrying. That I wasn’t in this by myself without help.
It was a struggle to come to terms with one, but now it’s two. How could I let this happen? Why?
It’s not like I didn’t know the chances of this when I realized the condom broke. Only I miscalculated when I did the math in my head about my cycle.
I barely register the walk up to the doors or even stepping inside. It doesn’t even compute in my head those around me. Not until Shadow is standing in front of me. Hands on my shoulders. Della right beside him.
“You alright, Delaney?” Shadow asks.
“I . . . I . . . um . . .” I clear my throat and try again, “I need my brother.”
“Let’s get you seated.” Shadow guides me to a table and pulls the chair out for me.
“Are you okay?” Della asks, coming to sit in the chair next to me.
“I . . . I really need my brother.” I’m barely keeping it together. Mammon’s the only one who can guide me through this.
“Already sent him a text to get his ass in here,” Shadow grunts.
“He’ll be here soon, Delaney,” Della says, squeezing my hand.
I nod because there is no way I could get anything else out right now without struggling. I am on the verge of tears I don’t want to shed, but know it’s inevitable.
“Do you want to talk about what’s got you so upset?” she asks, concern filling her gaze.
“N-no,” I stumble over the one word, unable to speak further.
“It’s okay if you don’t.” The softness in Della’s voice is nearly my undoing.
How can she be so nice to me when she doesn’t even know me?
“What the hell’s going on?” Dustin demands, storming into the room, eyes on me. “Laney, what the fuck? You okay?”
Tears burst free, and I shake my head, jumping out of the seat, rushing for him. Dustin wraps me tight in his arms and shh’s me while stroking my back.
“What’s got you this upset, Laney?” he asks more calmly, soothingly. “This ain’t like you. You’re not one for getting worked up like this for nothing. Is it the baby?”
