The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

6

That doesn't mean Edward doesn't have to see the rest of the group. He's got an appointment with a patient during his lunch break and as he's sauntering out, he sees the four officers lingering around a table, bantering animatedly with one another. There are hands flying everywhere, raised voices, exasperated sighs, and none of them look happy. In fact, they look absolutely overwhelmed. He tries not to eavesdrop, but his ears have a mind of their own. He watches as the two women go off with some images in their hand and as the two men huddle closer together. Officer Yorkie brings up the topic of Detective Black.

"How the hell are we going to do this without him, Newt?"

"He's with his cousin. He's pregnant. We can't just go calling him up every time we need him, York," He hears Newton say and Edward freezes with his hand hovering next to the coffee pot. 

Yorkie looks surprised, Newton looks like he's beaming with, what Edward could only describe as, pride.

"Yeah, he's trying to take it easy." Newton explains to a gobsmacked Yorkie.

"Shit...maybe we should go and see him." Yorkie suggests. Edward assumes he means the rest of the group. "How'd you find out?"

"It was after J.B. came home from the doctor's." Edward finds himself stunned by a lot of things in just that one sentence alone. He hadn't checked to see if the detective was pregnant. Is that what he'd told his boyfriend?

Edward forces himself out of his frozen state, gathering up his folders and rushing out of the break room with an empty mug. 

He can barely even focus during the appointment. He's more or less on autopilot as he glances over the woman and goes through the basic routine check-up. How's her breathing? How are the inside of her ears looking? He checks her throat. She's rambling off a long list of symptoms, coughing into her hands like a lung was about to come up. 

He writes her a prescription for cough medicine and slips out of the door. He needed what was left of his break to just think about what he'd just heard.

He sits at his desk pretending to scribble something down and click on files but his mind is very clearly elsewhere. 

Black puking in front of the restaurant now made sense. Newton not knowing that he was pregnant, or that he was even experiencing symptoms, would explain him not being more concerned when his boyfriend did go missing during their dinner. Maybe Jacob had given him some excuse to slip out and then he'd ended up at Edward's. He was sure that Jacob would've had to explain himself from the broken arm and hand to the bruised ribs and why not add in the the really important thing. He was pregnant. He was pregnant and he'd almost tumbled down Edward's staircase.

Edward places his head in his hands trying to breathe. He'd dodged a bullet and yet it didn't feel like it.

"You alright, Boss?" Emmett chirped from somewhere behind him. He was munching down on something and Edward could feel him staring at the back of his head.

"I'm fine." He grunts, looking back up at his desktop to see that he was looking at a file for the detective. He'd promised him pain medicine and he'd wanted to look at his file so he didn't give him something that he was allergic to. He was even more hesitant now. He'd want to really give him a thorough examination and an ultrasound before prescribing even half a Tylenol.

He shakes his head slowly. Maybe that's why he hadn't taken anything. He did seem to be the domineering one in their relationship, so it also explained why he was stumbling around in that much pain -

"I know I pissed you off with the whole matchmaking business, but c'mon...You can talk to me." He can hear the pout in Emmett's voice along with the remnants of his sandwich that he had yet to swallow.