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The doctor walks into the room and smiles. "Well, we have a full house today, don't we? I'm Dr. Samuelson. How are we doing?"

"Uncomfortable," Gavin grumbles and slouches in his seat.

"We will get this over as quickly as possible to let everyone get out of here on with their day. I just need you to roll your shirt up to give me access to your little growing belly, and we'll get this ultrasound done. How does that sound?"

God, she's far too perky for this. My sixteen-year-old is lying on her exam table for her three-month ultrasound. What part of this reads as a happy situation?

Dr. Samuelson looks at Felicity with concern. "Are you okay, dear?"

"Excuse me?"

"She lost a fight two nights ago," Gavin says. "She's fine. Just stupid."

The doctor saw her wounds from the fight with Lex. Of course, she forgot she looked like she'd gotten into an accident. "Watch it, Gavin," Felicity warns.

"It's cold," Gracie gasps as the jelly squirts on her skin.

"I know. I should have warned you, but it'll warm up here in a second," Dr. Samuelson says. "Okay, here's your baby."

All three family members stare at the screen as the image of the baby appears. It's been far too many years since Felicity last did this, and she almost smiles at the sight of her grandchild. Almost.

"Here's the head, two little arms, and two little legs. It's still a little early yet to tell the sex of your baby, but that'll come soon. The heartbeat is strong, and everything looks right on track for being three months along, Gracie."

"Thats... That's a baby."

"It sure is. Are you taking your vitamins?"

Gracie nods, her eyes still locked on the screen. "I am."

"No hot tubs or extremely hot baths. No drugs or alcohol, and try to reduce your sugar intake. We don't want to risk gestational diabetes, but based on everything we see here today, I don't think we have to test you. How is the morning sickness?"

"Still very much there," she says. "It's less all day than it was before, but there are still certain things I can't handle. Like tuna."

Smiling at Gracie's dry heave at the thought, Dr. Samuelson says, "That's not uncommon. Avoid what makes you sick, if possible, and it should subside soon. Do you have any questions for me?"

Shaking her head, she keeps her eyes on the baby. "Nope."

"Grandma?"

Grandma? I may have lost the fight with Lex, but I could take you, bitch."No, I'm good."

"And are you the father?"

"God, no!" Gavin says as Gracie shakes her head violently. "Brother. I'm her brother. Gross."

The shiver they both share makes Felicity chuckle, but it disappears as soon as the doctor speaks again. She kind of hates this doctor.

"Oh, that’s... interesting. We don't usually see supportive brothers in here, so good for you."

When the doctor leaves, Gavin looks at his sister. "Your doc is a nut."

"She's apparently highly recommended," she says with a shrug. "Like I'd know the difference."

"You saw that baby," Felicity says and turns to Gavin while Gracie wipes the gel off her stomach. "I want you think about that when you're hooking up with that delinquent living with Colt and Lex. Do you want to be in here with her, looking at a baby you created because of a few moments of fun?"

"If it's done right, it's more than a few moments of fun," Gracie offers.

Her brother dry heaves. "Gross! Now I have an image of you having sex in my head. I need to scrub my brain with bleach."

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