Page 87 of Detention with Daddies

Waylen meets our gazes and nods toward his clinical office, shutting the door behind us.

We stand in silence for far too long.

“The rumor mill is saying Olivia is pregnant. And what’s worse, they’re speculating about which one of us is the dad.” Waylen’s voice is dark and serious.

Olivia pregnant?

Flashes of her lack of energy and concerns of her spreading herself too thin click into place along with the few times she’s been put off by a certain food she typically likes.

No wonder everyone is avoiding us.

If this is true, if she’s actually pregnant, it could be any of ours. Fuck, we need to shut this down. Right now.

My hands ball into fists. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to punch something, but the desire is strong.

I take a few deep breaths, thinking about the more positive part of this news. Olivia could be pregnant with my child; that sends a thrill through me.

If it’s not my baby, I still want to be one of their dads. Would she be open to kids, plural? It’s not something I thought about in any seriousness, but now?

I absolutely want Olivia to have my baby.

And I absolutely want to tear the throats out of anyone threatening her safety or well-being.

“Who? Who started this?”

Waylen gives me a humorous look, like seeing my anger prods something vindictive in his own. Between the two of us, we would tear the world apart for Olivia.

Nick sighs at once, glances at us, then his head drops back. “I’ll give you one guess.”

“The trio,” I say. I should have known.

The way Angelica has been watching me, even after the talk I had with her. The one that Maddison had with her on my prompting.

Britney’s scene at the fundraiser, her clear shriek when Nick rejected her. His calm afterward, the fact that he didn’t raise his voice or try to tear her down publicly. She brought it on herself, and she’s lashing out unprofessionally.

The way Jeremy has been doting on Waylen. Spending too much time fetching things for him, whispering in his ear, trying to distract him when Olivia was near.

Trouble. All three of them.

And if they weren’t such good nurses, they would have been cut loose long ago.

This is beyond crossing a line though.

“I will take care of it.” And I will. A sit-down will not be enough. This is a breach of privacy at best. Malicious harassment at the worst.

“Before anything else. We need to talk to Olivia,” Nick says. “I’ve texted her, but no response.”

I suck in a long breath. “Find her. I’m right behind you, but this needs to be taken care of now.”

Nick sends another message on his phone, thumbs tapping, and I meet Waylen’s icy gaze again.

“They’ve done more than enough to deserve whatever wrath you bring down on them,” he reminds me.

We’re in agreement, so I go do the worst part of my job.

I charge to the nurses station, and my anger must be evident because instead of running, they seem stuck in place, more scared of me than ever.

Maddison finally appears, stepping up to the station tentatively. “Dr. Rivers?”

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