"We do. We did two tests, and it appears that you're just over the seven weeks mark. Or, hovering around there. You're still in a rather dangerous period, but it's a good thing that your cousin brought you in when he did." She explained.
Quinn knew what had happened seven weeks ago. His whole body froze and he watched as Patrick counted back. His face went red when he realised the timeline too.
"Valentines day?" Patrick whispered and Quinn closed his eyes, groaning. Fuck. It was a day that everyone knew. At least Quinn thought it was romantic, from the soft way he gasped. "You had a date on Valentine's day and didn't tell anyone? Quinn! Who was it?" He was going to think less of Quinn.
He could feel it.
But, there was one thing that Quinn could be thankful for. It wasn't Michel. Thank every god out there, even if…even if he was the reason that Quinn was like this.
