Chapter 108: Surgery
*Torture. That’s what those of us waiting are going through. – Dixie*
The surgery waiting room was painted a light blue with dark gray and navy furniture. The plastic tables held an assortment of newspapers, magazines and one well worn copy of Percy Jackson.
It was doubtful that any of them were paying any attention to the décor. Much less anything that was in the magazines. As if to prove this point, Isaac took the magazine away from his wife and turned it right-side up.
“I always read my magazines upside down.” Dixie said.
“Uh-huh.” Isaac chuckled. “And I watch porn hub for the articles.”
There was a light ripple of nervous laughter around the room.
“Brother, I think you’re on the wrong website if you’re getting articles.” Isiah told him with a grin.
“Are these how to articles?” Israel teased. “Anything our wife wants you to work on?”
“Please, for the love of God, do not answer that.” Law pleaded.
There was another round of laughter and the tension seemed to lessen in the room.
Priscilla walked over to Tank and Ink. They sat next to each other, nervously watching the doors. She was not normally a shy person, but the days events had left her shaken. Up until that moment, she had been curled up in her dad’s lap as they spoke softly.
Tank looked up at her and she sobbed as she reached out to him. He carefully reached out and pulled her into his lap. Ink reached over and caressed her cheek. Their alpha personalities had them needing to comfort and protect.
“She never stepped out of the school.” The teen finally whispered. “Evie had to come buzz me in. Student IDs have been deactivated. That’s why she came down. That lady was already in the entryway when I got there.”
“Priss, we don’t blame you.” Ink assured her.
“Don’t blame Athos either.” She pleaded. “He feels horrible.”
“I don’t blame him, sweetheart.” Tank admitted quietly. “I’m just scared.”
“I don’t blame him either, honey.” Ink assured her as he tucked some hair behind her ear. “I… we’re both just scared.”
“Me too.” She said as the door to the hallway opened and Leo walked in. Tank kissed her temple and nudged her up. Priscilla flew into his arms and he hugged her close.
Since they had met in early June, they had talked daily. He went to her house every Sunday for dinner. Molly made sure that they were supervised at all times.
Most times.
It was not that Molly did not trust the younger man, although he had once been eighteen himself. He just did not trust Leo with his sixteen-year-old daughter. Or any male over the age of ten with any of his daughters.
He was not ready for any of his daughters to grow up. No matter what he did, they all continued to grow into beautiful young women.
Molly knew that Leo had pulled her around to the back of the clubhouse for a serious make out session. At least once. But he had kept his hands to himself and did not push it any further. Molly had laid out rules when they met and Leo was abiding by them.
So, when she went to him for comfort, no one objected. Priscilla buried her face in his neck as her tears started flowing again. Holding her head to him, he lifted her with the arm around her waist. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he shifted and leaned against the wall.
He stood there holding her as she cried until her tears stopped and her breathing evened out. Her body relaxed into his as emotional and physical exhaustion took over. Leo walked over to the couch where Molly was and sat down with Priscilla in his lap, still wrapped around him.
“She needs you today.” Molly said smoothing down his daughter’s hair.
“I’m hers whenever she needs me.”
Her father just grunted a response.
To most of the people in the silent waiting room, it felt like years rather than just a little over an hour before the surgeon walked in. He was in his thirties and tall and skinny. Every Halloween the nurses tried to get him to be Slender Man. He had finally agreed to be Jack Skellington this year.
“Reagan?” he called and the whole room stood up. “She’s in recovery. There are a few complications and we will be keeping her for a few days. She has asked that I not disclose the complications. But she has asked for Isaac.”
He was looking around the room and eyes landed on, in her own description, the middle of the three. Identical triplets with the only difference being the length of their hair and beards.
“I’m Isaac.” He said after kissing his wife and stepping towards the man. They left and a collective sigh of relief flowed through the room.
Less than ten minutes later, Isaac was back and looked much more relaxed. He assured everyone that she was indeed fine.
“She does have some medical complications. But keeping her is just a precaution. Tank, Ink, they’ll take you back to her once she’s settled in a room.” Isaac sat between his brothers and pulled his wife into his lap.
Dixie leaned into his embrace and held the hands of her other husbands. “She’s really going to be okay?”
Isaac kissed the top of her head and hugged her close. “Yes, our baby is fine.”
