Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 178

Fixer POV

Tank was great; his way of showing how pleased he was with the surprise waiting for him at the bathroom sink wasn’t exactly how I wanted to let him know, but I feel it was better than I could have thought up in the end. I would have stressed over it for days till I got the courage to tell him.

There was an uneasiness at the breakfast table, today we hoped to get answers we have all been waiting for, and the club members a release in a way we hope would give some of them peace, our long time members have been angry over the Jones gang for years, and the younger ones, are eager to go visit them and pound them into dust, will get to vent a little.

The walk to the clubhouse was casual; we didn’t race to get there, and Zero chatted about the work being undertaken at the waterhole. He was excited to see the improvements underway; he had suggested a twisting, turning slide at the end, which was too steep and dangerous to climb up the rocks, but kids still tried to be daring, including a stairway up to make it safer. Zero kept our minds off what was going on inside that building, which we were rapidly approaching, my nerves rising with each step.

The room was prepared, and the atmosphere was a low-level tension, or was that just me?

Tank guided me to the doctor’s door, and as a mark of respect that had been pounded into me, I knocked and waited, most likely the only person in the building who did.

The doctor was pleased to see us.

He had a soft spot for me since I helped him out a few times, and suggested seeing if he could use Jenny more, as she has the training I lacked; they both seem to like that idea. Jenny had been trying to find her way into the club to help in some way. She squealed at me, in her exuberant way that she does, when excited, and Blaze had pulled me aside to thank me for suggesting it. One less job off my list of expected tasks.

This gown was annoying, so I didn’t bother fighting it; I just held it closed as I climbed onto the examination table and lay down. Tank was watching this all; he looked unsure where to stand or what to do. So he stood by the door, leaning against it, arms folded as he took it all in. I guess he was ensuring no one entered while I was on the table.

The doctor gloved up.

“Ready for the internal?” He asked, and I gulped but nodded, no use saying no, and this would be the only other man who had ever had his fingers inside of me. I was a little embarrassed as he pushed my legs wider and slipped his fingers in, his other hand on my tummy as he did what he had to.

I was so relieved when he pulled his hand out, and then groaned with he picked up, a device, that he then inserted where his hand had been, it was invasive, and cold, he swabbed the inside, placing the cotton swab in a jar, removed the device and sealed it shut, and pulled off his gloves, threw them in the bin, and put on some clean ones.

“A small scratch,” he said as he inserted the needle and took some blood.

“Done, you can get dressed now.” The doc went to label the swab and the blood tubes while I got dressed and took a seat nearby.

“I will get the blood and swab away today, and the test was correct, you are pregnant, eight weeks. I suggest some supplements and suggest avoiding stress. I doubt the second part will be possible for you, so do what you can. Do you want me to continue as your doctor, or can I suggest a good one for you?”

Tank came to stand behind me, and he placed his hands on my shoulders.

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