Page 160 of Knot All is Forgiven

The paper falls out of my hands, my heart beating out of my chest. My vision goes a little spotty, and I grab my chest. "I think I'm having a heart attack," I say through gasps.

"You're not, Dr. Knight, just breathe." Joshua comes behind my chair and rubs my back awkwardly. "Do you need me to call your pack?"

"Did these results get released to her?"

"Not yet, but…"

I stand up so quickly he almost falls backward. "Don't. I have to be the one to tell her."

I have no hope of getting any work done the rest of the day, so I rush out, texting the guys as I do.

Pack meeting tonight. Mandatory.

Don't tell Jordan.

I mean she needs to be there.

But don't tell her we're doing it.

Slime

Russ, dude, you feeling okay?

Rafe

Are you having a panic attack?

Fuck.

I rush home and am surprised to see Rafe is already there, with Simon and Cyrus arriving shortly after I do.

"You scared the shit out of us, Russ," Cyrus says, squinting at me to try to ascertain what has me so flustered. "What's going on?"

An hour later, I hear the front door open as Jordan comes in. "What are you all doing home already?" she calls out.

Rafe squeezes my knee and calls out, "We're in the living room."

When she turns the corner she stops short, panic coloring her features. "What's going on? Did someone die?"

"Icarus got some news at work today, and it's tearing him up. We're not sure what it is." Simon's words are gentler than I deserve for keeping this from them, but I can't make my throat work.

Distress must be evident on my face because Jordan drops to her knees in front of me. "Whatever it is, Vick, we'll handle it together." She grabs my hands, rubbing them gently. "There's nothing we can't do together. Start at the beginning."

"You came in for your blood draw." My words cause them to freeze, but they don't speak. I think they know if they start asking questions, I won't be able to get out what I need to.

"Joshua came in today and gave me your test results. They run lots of tests before they map your genome. One of them is for human chorionic gonadotropin."

Her nose wrinkles and Slime whispers, "Are we supposed to know what that is?"

I take her face in my hands, staring into the eyes of my gorgeous Omega, whose life is about to change. "It's often abbreviated to HCG. The levels of HCG in your blood indicate that you are currently in your seventh week of pregnancy."

Emotions flash across her face, from confusion to fear to excitement, finally settling on disbelief. "I'm pregnant?"

"You're pregnant," I confirm.

"She's pregnant? She's pregnant!" Simon shouts, jumping off the couch and bouncing around the room.

Cyrus leans back against the couch, his eyes wide. "We're going to be dads?"

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