Chapter 11:

They arrived at the pediatricians a little after one o'clock. Coming to sit down in the semi-busy waiting room. Bonnie and Karr picked a spot in the corner where an end table was placed. She placed her purse and the diaper bag on the table before trying to help Karr with the little infant.

"What's he fussin' about now?" She asked while giving the squirming baby her keys in an attempt to distract Kitt.

"I don't know. We changed his diaper before we left, I already fed him, so...I don't know."

She nodded, now dangling her keys above Kitt. "Could just be nerves."

Karr looked over at the brunette. "You mean...Kitt can sense what's going on?"

"That, or he's picking up on your own nerves."

"Huh." The werewolf quipped quietly to himself, a distracted look on his face.

They slipped into silence for a few moments. Though it was short lived when a middle aged nurse came into the room. After clarifying those were the doctor's next patients, she led them to a room. Telling the pair the doctor would be with them momentarily before departing.

"So, we cool?" Bonnie asked him out of the blue, giving him a parental look he's only seen Kitt give Michael once or twice.

"About what?"

"You know what. The doctor. You're not gonna go tear him up when he takes Kitt, right?"

I might if he does so much as to look at Kitt the wrong way, Karr thought protectively to himself, sub consciously tightening his gentle hold on his baby.

"No. I'll be fine." Hopefully for the doc's sake...I don't exactly want to be accused of murder right now.

Bonnie smiled at him reassuringly, giving him a hug. "Don't worry. He's the best in the business. Kitt will be just fine."

Karr only nodded distractedly to himself. Keeping his soft gaze on the tiny infant snuggled in his arms. A smile grazing his features when those stunning sky blue eyes blinked sleepily up at him.

Just then, there was a quiet knock on the door before the doctor popped in. He was about Bonnie's height, holding a rare shade of green eyes that had an almost unimaginable contrast between his brunette hair. His sun kissed skin hidden beneath his white coat.

"Ah, you must be the Knight family. I'm Doctor Riddell."

The trio exchanged pleasantries then. Dr. Riddell being surprisingly gentle and mindful around Kitt. Helping to put some of Karr's worries about the man to rest.

"Alright, I'll just take him over here, if you don't mind." Dr. Riddell said calmly to Karr, reaching to take Kitt from him. The eldest didn't mean to, but he hesitated. Shrinking back from the doctor slightly. It wasn't until he got a reassuring nod from Bonnie did he finally let go of his baby brother.

As soon as strange hands applied themselves to Kitt's tiny body, the baby began to fuss. Crying loudly with tiny tears making themselves known. Wanting the familiar warmth and protection of his big brother. Karr automatically tensed and stepped forward, ready to intervene. It all would've gone to hell real quick if it weren't for Bonnie's firm hold on his arm.

"He's fine. It's alright." She whispered quietly so only Karr would hear.

"4 pounds, 8 ounces. My goodness he's a small one." Dr, Riddell told them suddenly, snapping the other two out of it.

"Is he healthy though?" Bonnie asked as she stepped forward, releasing her hold on Karr' arm carefully.

"Oh, yes. He's just fine. He's only 3 weeks old. Most are about this size when they're young like this. He'll be just fine."

Both Bonnie and Karr shared a relieved look as the doctor continued on with Kitt's check up. A few moments later telling them that the infant checked out just fine and that they could go home. Karr, happy his baby was going to be alright.