Page 87 of Ruin
“Jesus Christ,” Grizz mutters, running a hand down his face.
“Is there a way to tell?” I ask Lucian. Knowing what they are and why they’re there is the extent of my knowledge on the matter.
“Not without proper equipment. I could check her cervix to see if she’s dilated. That would give us more information.”
“What the fuck?” Grizz growls as Anastacia growls out, “Do it!”
“Who even are you?” Grizz says to Lucian.
Well, that settles that. Grizz doesn’t remember him.
“He’s a doctor,” I tell him. “I’ll explain more later.”
“From where?”
“I worked at Mass Gen’s trauma center for over twenty years.”
His eyes widen and he turns to me. “Is he serious?”
“Yes,” I say firmly. “He knows what he’s doing, so let him help her.”
Anastacia cries out again, as she writhes on the bed. She looks possessed. I’ve never heard someone cry out in pain like this before, and I’ve fucked up a lot of guys. This is something else entirely.
“Help me get her to the edge of the bed,” Lucian says as he digs in his bag and pulls out blue latex gloves.
Anastacia is wearing a nightgown, so that should hopefully make things easier. I move to the bed to help Grizz lift her and move her to the edge. I grab pillows to put under her head, while Grizz fixes her nightgown to cover her more.
“You should stay with her,” I say when he goes to move away. He nods, and I go to Lucian.
“Is there anything you need?”
“Just help keep her calm. I wish I had something to give her for the pain.” He says the last part more to himself.
I sit beside her on the bed and take her hand. I am not the comforting type, but I’ll try my best. She looks terrible.
“I need each of you to hold her legs back,” Lucian says to us. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this will be uncomfortable.”
She whimpers, more sobs coming out of her. Grizz and I each hold her leg up. He squirts lube on his fingers, then does what he needs to do to check her cervix. I know what it entails and I know why he’s doing it, but it’s weird to think of him being inside some woman after those exact fingers were inside me.
I watch him carefully for any tell, but I don’t have to look too hard. His gaze goes to me, and I know something isn’t right.
“Sweetheart?” Lucian says, his eyes on me.
“Yeah?” she whines.
“Hope you’re ready to have a baby.”
I feel the blood drain from my face as I think of what that means, then thank the stars she’s here at Grizz’s house and not mine.
“What do you need me to do?” I say, as Grizz shakes his head, muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck”, as if he’s the one about to push the baby out. For someone who can fuck some shit up, he’s a bitch when it comes to all this.
“I need you here to help, but I need some things.”
“Grizz, get your brother in here,” I tell him.
“Fuck, okay. Tommy! Tommy, get in here!”
“What’s up?” he says, standing in the doorway, his wife by his side.
