Eleven

Chapter Five: Button

Chapter Five: Button

The sun was still shining brightly for a late November afternoon as Owen pulled into an open spot in the hospital parking lot. I absentmindedly noted that it was three spots away from where I'd had my emotional breakdown

"Dr. Roberts really had an opening for us with such late notice?" I wondered aloud as Victor opened my door, accepting his open palm as he helped me out of the backseat.

"Dr. Roberts informed me that he'd been expecting my call and cleared his afternoon schedule in preparation," Owen explained, locking his BMW before leading the way to the front entrance.

"I told him I wasn't sure if I'd be telling you guys today," I frowned slightly, waving at Kota as he pulled his car into an open spot ahead of us.

"Pumpkin, I'm surprised you made it through lunch without cracking," Sean chuckled from ahead of us. "Dr. Roberts knows you well. He knew you wouldn't last."

"Honestly, I was surprised I made it through lunch, too," I admitted with a frown. Victor chuckled, tugging my hand to pull me closer and placing an arm around my waist.

"Hold up, guys!" Luke called from behind us, and I looked to see the rest of the boys here. Owen stopped at the front entrance and we waited for the rest to catch up.

"You ready, Sang Baby?" North asked lightly, that rare smile overtaking his face as he sidled up next to me.

"I've been through this part already, North," I smiled back, amazed by his excitement. "I'm a lot more prepared this time around."

"Then let's do this, Baby," he smirked, grasping my other hand as we followed Owen and Sean through the entrance.

Dr. Roberts's office was on the the fourth floor, and we quickly packed all together in one elevator to make our way up.

"This would be a bad time for a blackout," Nathan observed from his spot sandwiched between Silas and Kota.

"No negative thoughts, Nate!" Sean scolded lightly, fidgeting closer to the doors as we reached the third floor. "They might come true if you think them too much."

The elevator bell dinged, doors opening and letting us escape. I followed North out of the doors, still grasping both his and Victor's hands.

Dr. Roberts's office was two doors down, and North pounded four times on the door before opening it himself and ushering me inside.

"Good afternoon, Sang," Dr. Roberts smiled as he looked up from his desk. He caught sight the boys trailing in behind me, and those soft eyes of his sparkled. "I take it they all know?"

I could only get in a short nod before Sean stepped forward with a purpose.

"How could you do this to me, Phil?" He cried in mock-outrage. "No hints? Warnings? You've known for hours now and couldn't give me a simple heads up?"

"I apologize, Sean," Dr. Roberts grinned good-naturedly as he stood up. "But I knew this lovely little bird wanted to tell you herself."

"It's fine," Sean pretended to grumble as he crossed his arms with a pout. "You can make it up to me with apple pie and less rotations starting at five in the morning."

"How about an ultrasound instead?" Dr. Roberts offered with twinkling eyes, and I watched the boys' faces light up. My own smile grew a few sizes.

"Fine," Sean sniffed before reaching up to the collar of his shirt. In one swift movement, he pulled the shirt over his head and my jaw dropped open.