Little Monsters | Unholy Trinity

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A/N: None of you come for me! Everything is for a reason! 👀😂

This is a long one...but lots of information!😅

🚨Warning for talks of suicidal attempts, murder, cursing, and lots of insults all which ways.🚨

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As the day of their doctor's appointment rolled around, Grace found herself sitting on one of the beds in Phoebe Hale's examination rooms with a nervous Finn and Quinn on her left and Ella on her right, while Destiny stood beside Phoebe as they prepped the equipment.

"Alright, Grace, lay back for me, Sweetie." Phoebe instructed, motioning the girl down as Ella gently pushed on her shoulders.

"Estoy volviendo loca." Grace whispered to her mother, who chuckled at her daughter's choice of using Spanish in front of Quinn and Finn.

"You're going to be just fine." Ella whispered, brushing Grace's hair out of her face and watching her child close her eyes when the doctor rolled her shirt up, turning her head towards her mother.

Quinn frowned a bit when she noticed the multiple hash like scars across Grace's abdomen. They were scattered in different directions, but they were easily scene and as plain as day near Grace's rib cage was I'm sorry carved into her skin. She shuffled a little closer to the bedside, letting her fingers touch the bed as she read the little sharpie Enough and Believe scribbled near it in what looked to be Grace's handwriting. She looked away and cleared her throat quickly when she accidentally met Ella's intense eyes, who seemed to be watching the cheerleader that 'had to come' very closely.

Ella was not about to let another Terri Schuester near her child. 

"Do you want to hold my hand?" Finn offered, looking between Ella and Destiny when they turned their heads towards the boy. "If-If that's okay?"

"That's okay." Destiny nodded, looking to Grace. "If she's okay with that."

"Is that was pregnant people do?" Grace mumbled, hesitantly limping her hand towards Finn and crinkling her nose when took her hand and gave it a small squeeze. "Oh Jesús, this is real."

"I believe so." Phoebe chuckled, beginning to feel around Grace's baby bump, sending her a small smile. "Take some deep breaths and relax. At your age, there's very little chance of anything being wrong, but with your size, I just want to dive in and make sure everything is safe for you."

"What the hell are you doing? Hold my hand. Don't make out with it." Grace hissed, as soon as she felt Finn kiss her knuckles to try and help her relax. She sighed, leaning back on the bed and squeezing the boy's hand. "So-Sorry. Nervous hormones."