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Quincy has already done her paperwork, but once they see us, they ask the biological father to fill out some additional information about his family medical history.
The little omega sits on my right with her head resting against Trigg’s chest while Ridge is on my left, scribbling away at the questionnaire.
He grunts, stretching closer. “I can fill in the shit from my mom’s side of the family, but I don’t have anything on my dad’s side. Do you think I should just leave it blank?”
Damn.
No wonder he was so serious about wanting to be in the baby’s life.
I nod. “Yeah, I bet that happens all the time. Just fill in what you can.”
He sighs and leans back. “I could call my mom to see if she knows, but I try not to pick at that old wound if at all possible.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “Having your information is the most important part. I’d say that and anything you know about your mom’s side of the family is plenty.”
Look at that.
It’s like I can see the friendship forming before my very eyes.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Ridge
With how much I’m sweating, I bet Quincy would like my shirt for her nest. Hopefully, she still wants me, considering she had all her needs metfrequentlylast night by Trigg and Hartley. It’s my own damn fault, but she hasn’t invited me into her nest, and barging in felt questionable with how hazy she must have been.
I got a recap of the events this morning over breakfast, and I’m still annoyed with myself for not at least checking in on her. If I had, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to keep my head clear.
We still have shit to negotiate between us, but overall, I’m hopeful.
When the nurse comes to get her, she lets me come back with her for all the initial stuff while Trigg and Hartley stay in the waiting room. They make Quincy pee in a cup, take her blood pressure and temperature, and put her on the scale to determine her weight.
I keep my eyes averted like a gentleman, but my fucking heart tries to take flight out of my chest when her small hand wraps in mine while I’m still staring at the wall.
I can’t help myself.
I turn toward her, running my free hand over her cheek and tilting her face up to mine. It seems inappropriate to kiss her while the nurse is waiting, so I brush my lips over her forehead and force myself to pull back.
Goddammit.
Maybe Trigg isn’t as unhinged as I made him out to be, because my head sure is plotting ways to dispose of Hartley and Trigg to ensure I get asignificantamount of one-on-one time with Quincy, and fast.
We follow the nurse down the hallway, and Quincy leans against my side.
“I’ve never been on this side before,” she whispers. “I think this is the hallway with rooms big enough to fit more people.”
The nurse leads us into a room, and Quincy stands next to the hospital table as she answers a few questions. I try to take up as little space as possible as the nurse steps around us to grab something.
She comes back, offering Quincy a gown. “You know the drill. Dr. Lindsay should be in pretty quickly. I’ll give you a few minutes to get changed, and I’ll bring in the other two from the waiting room once you’re done.”
“Thank you.” Quincy smiles politely and waits for the nurse to leave the room before looking up at me. “She checked my cervix at my last appointment, since I’m technically considered high risk, but I’m wondering if that won’t be the case anymore.”
Every time she speaks, it rips at my heart a little more. Yeah, I missed out on some big milestones, but she’s faced her own shit too. More than anything, I wish I could have been there to support her.
She shrugs. “Now that I have you guys?—”
“Do you want me to step out while you get changed?”
“No, that’s okay,” she says, dropping the gown and weird-ass paper sheet on the exam table.
