Diana's POV
I couldn't sit still. The oatmeal, if eaten earlier, threatened to come up at every noise as my mate, Skye, and I sat in the cold plastic chairs that Marge had us sit in while she went to grab a few things.
Skye was fine when we came in, but I'm sure with how nervous I now was, it was causing his own anxiety to spike. I knew, though, that if those test results came back positive, then he would do whatever he could to make me comfortable.
I didn't want a baby, not right now. But I also knew that I would keep it if I were.
"Baby, calm down. I can hear your heart racing. Just take a deep breath and let it out slowly." Skye muttered.
"You're just as nervous, so bite me." I said, but I did take that deep breath he asked me to take.
"I already did. And this room is a bit small
