Orion POV
I have faced down opponents twice my size on the ice.
I've taken hits that should have broken bones.
I've played through injuries, through exhaustion, through pressure that would make most people crumble.
But standing in the waiting room of Dr. Clara's obstetrics practice, I'm more nervous than I've ever been in my life.
"Orion, you're pacing," Bailey says from her seat, amusement clear in her voice. "You're making the other people nervous." She added.
I look around and realize she is right. A pregnant woman across from us is watching me with wide eyes, and her partner has his hand protectively on her shoulder like I might be a threat.
"Sorry," I mutter, forcing myself to sit down next to Bailey.
She takes my hand, lacing our fingers together.
"Relax, everything's going
