Page 61 of Under Their Watch

The doctor steps back and the nurse has me lie down. She works to take the catheter out before helping me stand. She helps me dress in to simple blue scrubs before I sit back on the bed.

“Alright, so we did some bloodwork. Were you aware that you are pregnant?” he asks.

“What?” I ask. “No, I have birth control in my arm.”

“Well, you are definitely pregnant. Your HCG levels put you at around ten weeks,” he says. “The birth control removal is pretty simple. I can take that out for you.”

“Are you sure? Because I regularly have sex with five men that I’m dating,” I say bluntly.

“They’re a lively group of people,” he chuckles. “I’m sure.”

“Well… shit,” I say. “Okay.”

“Care if I feel for the implant?” he asks.

“Go ahead,” I say as I extend my arm.

The doctor feels the inside of my arm until he locates the implant. He cocks his head to the side and looks confused. “When did you have this placed?”

“When I was eighteen,” I say. “It was replaced a few times.”

“By who?” he asks.

“My ex was… very abusive. I was trafficked. He had some doctor friend of his place it,” I say.

“Okay… Yeah, this should come out,” he says before turning to the nurse and telling her what he needs. She gathers the items, and they get things set up before he numbs my arm. The door opens and everyone walks in.

“Hey,” Quinn says as he leans down and kisses me.

“Hi,” I say softly.

“I heard you were throwing things?” Theo asks.

“Yeah… I had a dream Marvin murdered all of you in front of me and then I killed myself. When I woke up with my head bandaged, I was a little confused,” I say. “I’m okay.”

“We can go into it later when we can sit down,” he says before looking at the doctor. “What exactly are you doing?”

“You want to say it?” the doctor asks me with a smile.

“Well…” I say looking at dad. “I know you didn’t get to watch me grow up but… how do you feel about watching your grandchild grow up?”

“Oh, Rachel,” he says as tears well up. “Are you?”

“Hold on,” Quinn says.

“You know how babies are made, right Quinny?” Jace asks.

“He said I’m around ten weeks,” I say. “He’s taking the birth control out of my arm.”

“Anika,” Mia says. “Say it.”

“I uh… I’m eight weeks,” she says. “I was planning on telling everyone at the club but…”

“That’s amazing!” I say.

“Amanda, call those detective in here, please,” the doctor says.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

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