Page 23 of Her Saviors

I finally release Nanny and turn to make my way to the exam room where I follow a woman pushing in a machine. Quickly, I take a seat next to Jayce on my side of the bed as we watch the woman do her job while letting us know she’s the ultrasound technician. With a look at Jayce, we wake our wife up so she doesn’t miss seeing our baby on the screen.

“Oh. Cricket brought these for us,” I quickly whisper to Jayce and hand him over his wedding band as the technician watches us slip it on our fingers. “Love, you need to wake up now. The lady is here to show us our baby.”

“Mmhm,” she mumbles, trying to sink lower under the thin blankets covering her.

“Little Warrior, do you want to see our baby?” Jayce asks her as he tries to wake her up.

“What?” she asks, her eyes popping open as fear fills them once again as they dart around the room.

“It’s just us with you, Love. The technician is here to do the ultrasound. We wouldn’t let anyone else but staff and our family in the room,” I tell her, my voice soft and gentle as she fully wakes up and calms down.

“Okay,” Brooklyn says, turning her attention to the technician as she continues to type away on the machine in front of her.

“I’m gonna need you to verify some information for me before we can get started. And, I’d like to inform you that you’ll have to have an internal ultrasound since no one knows how far along you are. Your brothers can step in the hall to wait while it’s being done,” the technician says, her voice a seductive purr as she bats her eyes at Jayce and myself.

“Myhusbandswon’t be going anywhere. I suggest you fucking stop eyeing them as if you stand a chance with either one of them. If you want to keep your damn job at this hospital, I suggest you be a fucking professional and do your job and only your job,” Brooklyn says, claiming us in front of this bitch.

“What? Why would they be with you?” the bitch questions Brooklyn as I watch the door open and see Dr. Matthews walk in the room.

“Helga, you’re done here. No one in this hospital needs you here any longer. This is the last time you disrespect a patient by showing your slutty side,” Dr. Matthews states, anger lacing her voice as she moves Helga away from the ultrasound machine.

“You can’t fire me,” the technician states with a smirk on her face as she glares at the doctor the ol’ ladies use.

“Yeah, I can. I’ve already been to the board about you and they’re in agreement about getting rid of you. You can leave on your own and have time to clean out your locker, or you can be escorted out by security and your belongings will be packed up for you,” the doctor informs her as the door opens once again and Jayce and I crowd Brooklyn on the hospital bed with the two large men entering the room with us.

“Fine!” Helga yells, her voice echoing off the walls of the exam room.

We all watch on as she leaves, screaming and tossing stuff all over the place. This bitch is a real piece of shit and I’m glad she’ll no longer be allowed around our woman.

“I’m sorry about that, Brooklyn. You’ve been through more than enough based on what I’ve been told. I will personally do your ultrasound so we can see what’s going on with your baby. I want to ensure your mind is at ease and you’re not stressing yourself out with wondering if something happened to the baby. Now, was I correctly informed that you were drugged?” Dr. Matthews asks, concern in her voice.

“Yes. I don’t know what they gave me, but it was injected into me,” Brooklyn answers, tears filling her eyes when she relives everything that’s been done to her.

“Okay. Let’s see what’s going on and then we’ll go from there,” Dr. Matthews says, a soft smile on her face as she checks over the information and ensures everything has been put in correctly.

Jayce and I watch on as Dr. Matthews covers some kind of dildo looking thing with a condom and talks us through every move she’s making. I want to be sick as I watch her insert the medical device inside our wife. Jayce and I hold her hand and arm as she winces and tries to relax while this is happening to her.

“Okay. It’s too soon to hear a heartbeat. You’ve got a few more weeks at least before we’ll be able to hear that. So, we’ll move right on to looking at the baby. If you’ll put your attention on the screen at the end of the bed, you’ll be able to see what I’m looking at,” Dr. Matthews informs us as we all move our attention to the screen where a black and white image appears.

I have no clue what we’re looking at, but I can’t take my eyes from the screen. Brooklyn gasps after a minute and I tear my eyes away to look at her. Our wife has gone even more pale than when we first saw her in that prison. Fear fills me as I try to figure out what’s going on. Is she hurt? Does she feel something happening with the baby?

“Am I seeing things right up there, Dr. Matthews?” Brooklyn asks, her voice wavering as she pulls her eyes from the screen and looks at the doctor.

“I think you are, Brooklyn. Guys, do you know what she’s talking about?” Dr. Matthews asks us.

“No. I have no clue what’s up on that screen,” Jayce answers, his voice full of shock and fear.

“Brooklyn is indeed pregnant. She’s not carrying one baby, guys. Your woman is pregnant with twins. If you look up at the screen I’ll show you,” Dr. Matthews says as my heart stalls in my chest and I suck in a deep breath of air since my lungs have stopped working in the last few seconds with her words. “Here is Baby A. And over here is Baby B. You can see they’re in two separate sacs so these twins will not be identical. They’re fraternal twins. It appears as if you’re about four weeks pregnant. When you come in for your appointment, we can talk about your tentative due date and go over any concerns you have. Right now, I don’t see any issues. I’d like to do a few more ultrasounds over the next few months to ensure there’s no change in that.”

“Okay. Thank you, Dr. Matthews,” Brooklyn responds as Jayce and I remain silent.

“Um, is there anythin’ different we should be doin’ or watchin’ for?” Jayce finally asks the doctor.

“Not right now. I don’t foresee any problems occurring moving forward with the pregnancy. For now, Brooklyn, I’m going to put you on light bed rest. What that means to me is that you’re not to work or do any lifting whatsoever. You can either stay in bed or sit in a chair or on the couch. You can get up to go to the bathroom and get yourself something to eat as long as you’re not cooking a full meal. When you come in for your appointment with me, we’ll re-evaluate the situation and see if anything needs to change. If you experience any pain, bleeding, or something you don’t feel right about, call me immediately. The girls have my personal cell phone number and will give it to you,” Dr. Matthews responds as I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and watch as Brooklyn nods her head with tears rolling down her face and a smile showing up for the first time since we got to her in the mansion.

“Thank you, Dr. Matthews,” I say, my voice breaking as my emotions threaten to overwhelm me.

“You’re all very welcome. I’m going to go get your discharge papers worked up. It says you’re already taking prenatal vitamins so I won’t need to give you a prescription for those. The nurse will be right in to unhook your IV and then you can get changed. Let the guys help you and don’t try to do it all on your own,” Dr. Matthews warns our wife before she removes the thing from our woman and disposes of the condom.

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