Page 5 of Hell Yes
“You got it,” Xander replied and gave Jesse a mock salute before he sauntered out of the room.
His jeans were so tight, Jesse wondered how the guy could mount his bike without splitting them. The image of Xander’s perfect ass was not something Jesse wanted to picture right now. Or ever again. Well, that was unrealistic. Xander was always fucking someone at one of their parties, so everyone saw his naked butt on a regular basis.
“What are you waiting for, Jess? Go and see Rochelle,” his father demanded.
“I’m going,” Jesse raised his arms up in frustration. “I’ll just grab my medical kit. Even though I’m too damn hungry to think.”
“Missing one meal ain’t gonna kill you.”
Jesse knew better than to talk back to his dad, so he left the kitchen and headed out of the clubhouse.
His two oldest dogs, Madz and Ozzy, both Rottweiler/shepherd mixes, followed when he gave the signal. He walked back to his cabin, grabbed his medical kit and headed over to Nate and Rochelle’s. Their cabin was at the back of the compound. The longer Jesse walked, the hungrier he got. Even his dogs glanced up at him when they heard his stomach growl.
He gave them the command to lie down on Nate’s porch and knocked on the door.
A minute later, a rough looking Nate answered.
“Hey.”
“You got sick too?” Jesse asked as he slipped on a face mask and latex gloves.
“Yup. Fever, aching, exhausted.”
Jesse reached for his thermometer and press the start button, then inserted it into Nate’s ear.
It beeped thirty seconds later.
“101. Have you taken any medication?”
“Acetaminophen. An hour ago. It’s Rochelle I’m worried about. She’s got a cough and with the baby?—”
“Don’t worry. Let me check her out and we’ll go from there.”
Nate ran a hand through his dark hair that was now liberally sprinkled with grey. “This pregnancy shit is so fucking intense, man. Like what the fuck am I going to do when my kid actually arrives? Jesus Christ.”
Jesse bit out a laugh. “That’s a lot of fucks. Sounds like your nerves are worse than the flu.”
“You got that right,” Nate replied as he started back down the hallway.
Jesse chuckled and followed him, entering their main bedroom.
Rochelle gave a wave but barely moved. She was so pale that Jesse’s own nerves started to spark.
“Hey Chelle, I’m gonna take your temperature and then your blood pressure. Are you getting enough fluids?”
“Yeah, my stomach’s fine. It’s this fever and the aches. I’m too tired to get out of bed.”
Jesse took her temp, which was 100.5 and then her blood pressure. He checked her eyes, her pulse, and then used his stethoscope to listen to her lungs and her heart. He did the same with her belly.
“Well, the good news is that your lungs are clear, heartbeat is normal, and your fever isn’t dangerously high.”
“And the bad news?”
“Nate is also sick, so you’ve got two babies in the house.”
Nate whacked Jesse’s shoulder.
“Fuck off. If I wasn’t so sick, I’d kick your ass,” Nate growled.