Scott's POV

The doctor's office smells like disinfectant and even though it's the middle of winter they keep the room even colder. It's a stark white and everything looks unnaturally clean. I've never like hospitals but this one takes the cake. So if I'm uncomfortable than I can only imagine how Alfred's feeling. He's lying on a table staring up at the ceiling probably imagining he's anywhere but here by the look on his face. Every so often he winces as the doctor pokes and prods him. Other than that he doesn't say anything but just rubs circles over on spot on his stomach.

Not one of us has said a word since the doctor told him to spread his legs. While in most cases I know what to do or what to say in this case I'm at a loss. So I've lean on the table with my arms crossed. Being the strong Alpha he needs but with one final look of discomfort I decide to change tactics.

So I walk over to the table after watching the doctor carefully for the past hour. If he was going to find anything I'm sure he would have said something by now though some part of me thinks he's really enjoying his job. I hold Alfred's hand and squeeze it. "So?" I ask as he squeezes back.

The doctor looks up from his spot between my mate's legs. "Well from what I can figure." He starts as he pulls off his gloves. "From your history that it was most likely stress related, a muscle spasm and nothing more."

I'm still far from convinced, "Stress caused him to nearly fall over in sheer pain? Well is it gonna happen again?"

Alfred squeezes my hand even harder as the doctor sighs, "Mr. Kirkland, some Omegas can't get out of bed the first time they're pregnant because of muscle spasms and nausea. Others have no problems at all. If it was something fatal he would be dead already."

My eyes narrow at his condescending tone, "You do realize you're talkin' to a lawyer here right?"

He blinks for a moment, "Mr. Kirkland you have a right to a second opinion but they're going to tell you the same thing." With that he makes a hasty retreat out the door.

Once the door's shut I sigh, "Bastard."

"I told you it was a waste." Alfred says as he pulls his pants up. "I have no idea what the hell he was doing but I knew all that last night."

"Yeah I know yah did." I answer putting on my coat, "But this will make us all feel better."

What I don't say is how terrified Peter was the night before. Alfred had fallen asleep when the kid slowly opened the door and looked in with tears streaming down his face. "Is he dead?" He asked as he tried to wipe his face with his sleeve.

I shook my head as I picked him up into my arms, "Naw lad, he's restin'." I answered as I took him down the stairs. "But once we're done with dinner I'll let yah sleep with us alright?" While Peter nodded he wouldn't stop crying so I waited until he fell asleep in my arms from exhaustion before I laid him in bed with Alfred. Poor kid, his hormones are all just as out of sync as his brother's. So with both of them sleeping soundly curled up to each other I took the chair next to the bed. It was my instincts kicking in wanting to make sure both Omegas were safe and sound so I watched them until I too finally fell asleep around four am.

Really I'm still exhausted so while normally I wouldn't when we get out to the car I hand him the keys. "Yah don't mind do you?" I ask before he takes them from me.

"Want me to stop somewhere and get you a coffee?" He asks as I rest my head on the head rest, "I'll run in and get it."

"Grab yourself something…" I say with a yawn as he turns up the heat.

He stops and keeps the car running, "Yes Dear." I hear him say before he ventures out into the snow.

Meanwhile I'm making a mental list off everything I have to get done in the next few weeks. The nursery is going to have to get repainted but I also have to get ready for two trials. Both of them are going to take some time for me and will keep me out of the house. Sure according to the doctor that should be a worry but something inside me says it's not just stress.

"Hey you still with me?" I hear as I turn my head, "I got you a large black coffee."

Carefully I take it as he takes a bite out of his doughnut. "Thank you." I take a sip letting it burn my tongue in the process, "Would you be against comin' with me ta court in a month or two?"

"Like what sit in or something?" He asks as he wipes the powdered sugar from his lips.

"That or you could help me with a little work in my office." He sits my coffee into the cup holder as he shakes his head, "For a few times?"

"I'm fine." He answers, "I'll have a lot to do anyway but I appreciate it."

"Peter's gonna be gone in a week."

He sighs reaching for his tea, "I know but I'm not afraid of you being gone for a few days." Alfred gives me a smile, "I mean you have to go play hero don't you?" I want to say he's being sarcastic but I know him better than that.

"Yeah." I say as he drives us home. "But I'll keep my phone on so call if yah need anythin'."

"Is that really allowed?"

"No but I'm sure they can make an exception." I'm trying so hard to stay awake but I'm losing the fight, "Wake me up when we get home." I finally say giving up the will to try and stay awake.

He gives me a chuckle, "Alright sleepy head I will."

"Shut up." I say feeling him squeeze my hand. I squeeze it back, it's so strong but I feel it shaking slightly. Though…I'm sure it's just my imagination.