Reminder that Pomatter's Pie is literally just music playing as a man eats a piece of pie-

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Why was she here? Why the hell did Three book her an appointment with a doctor? Why did she even agree to go out on her birthday?

But most importantly, how was her mother supposed to know?

Six had been standing outside the door to the doctor's office for what felt like a decade now, she was sure the pie in her hand was probably melting from the South's heat.

Slowly, she opened the door, trying to be as secretive as possible (or at least, in her mind she was). She spotted other people sitting in seats, mostly couples smiling and holding hands, while some where miserable looking, looking like they were tired and depressed as they read magazines.

The waitress walked to the counter, wasting no idea in checking herself in, and sitting down. She made no eye contact with anyone, head down as she stared at the pie in her lap. Freshly done this morning, warm colored cinnamon lightly sprinkled on the top of the mouth water pumpkin feeling. A small, neatly placed whip cream drop on the top.

Grandma was going to love it, her cinnamon pumpkin was the old woman's favorite dessert.

"Ms. Little, the doctor will see you now," said a nurse at the door to the right of the room. Six nearly jumped in her seat, fumbling with the pie. With slightly trembling hands, the young woman made her way, brown eyes still wide with a bit of shock and terror.


Once the door closed, a woman shook her head. "Do you remember being that shooken' up?" she asked, bouncing a small toddler as four more kids rough housed under her feet.

The lady next to her shook her head. "Nope," she answered, two babies in her arms, pacifiers in their mouths.


Six was changed into a gown, yellow hoodie and neatly folding next to her. She was still in her small mental breakdown. She sat on the table, holding the pie with a death grip on the foil.

'What if Grandma tells Mama? What if I get kicked out? What if she takes all of my stuff and burns it and then burns on a stake like a witch in the medieval ages?' She thought, the sound of the tin crinkle in her hand.

She could picture it. Her mother having a pleased smile as fires devoured all of her belongs. Then her. Then who got her in this situation.

Six growl a bit. If she found the boy who did this to her, she swore to whatever God he believed in, she was going to rip his-

"Hello! Ms. Little, right?"

Six snapped out of her thoughts, caught off by the new unfamiliar voice. It had a very soft and subtle accent, like someone who had just been exposed to the South just long enough to gain it.

She looked up, seeing a taller young man, smiling. His hair was a fluffy brown color, unnaturally dark blue eyes having a friendly shine to them.

He wore the standard white lab coat, a light blue shirt underneath, with dark blue jeans. In his right ear was a silver cuff, a small chain hanging from it.

Six couldn't help but feel like she had seen him before.

He was the first to point it out, smiling brightly. "Oh, hey, it's you! Man, I'm so sorry about the other day. Me and my colleague got called out to an emergency code black. We meant to try and meet up with you again, but you never-"

"You!" Six shouted. She put the pie down, and jumped off. She was noticeably shorter then him, which momentarily reminded him of a chihuahua. "You are the one who got me in this mess!"

The doctor blinked. "What mess? We didn't do anything," he said. The statement only seemed to send Six even more into an angry mess.

"I ought to chop your di-"

"Now, now, hold on! Let me explain everything, you might not remember anything, please, just hear me out!"

The doctor was backed into a corner, fear in his eyes. Six stood maybe an foot away from him, a finger pointed up at him as a scowl covered her face.

"You better freaking explain," she stated. The doctor slightly cowering in the corner.

"Look, we didn't do anything. We tried to take you home; but you kept saying something about your mom and slapping and decided it was probably best if we just stayed with you. You got tired, I asked the bartender for a room upstairs- which was horrific by the way, you're welcome we changed the bed- and just hung out."

"Then explain why the hell I have a positive pregnancy test?"

"I told you, we didn't do anything! You kept trying to get to Mono, but he kept refusing, and you cried about how no one loved you. We left around four in the morning so no one came in and hurt you while you were passed out."

"But my clothes?"

"I don't know how those got everywhere," he answered.

Six didn't know to believe the guy or not, but loosen up and let her guard down slightly.

"So, who are you? Where's my doctor?" she asked. The young man cleared his throat, straightening out his coat.

"Seven Carter, I'm your doctor," he answered.

"No, you're not," Six said quickly. "My Grandma is, I've been seeing her for a long time. Heck, I think she delivered me."

"Ms. G retired last week. Me and my colleague came to fill in her spot. We... is that a pie?" He asked, looking over to the pie in the tin.

"Yeah, it's for her, not you," Six answered.

"Is it pumpkin?" he asked, looking at the still ever-so slightly warm pie. Six gave a sigh, "Yes, it is."

"Cooooould I have a piece?" he asked quickly, "Mono ate my breakfast before I could touch it, I'm starving."

Six froze slightly.


"Mama, I'm hungry..."

"We have food in the pantrie, get you something there,"

"But, Mama, we ran out of stuff. Can I please have a sandwich?"

"Fix it yourself, you're seven years old, you can do."


Starving...

"Yeah, you can have a piece if you want," Six said, her voice soft and weak, still a bit shaken from the memory.

"Aw, thank you so much! Anyways, what can I help you with today?" Seven asked, hopping onto the table, reached over to a counter and pulled a drawer out. A small thing of plastic forks was in there, which made the waitress a little confused.

"Well, I'm having a baby," she answered.

Seven smiled, taking the pie and setting it in his lap, taking a bit with the fork.

"Oh, well congratulations!"

"But I don't want it though..."

Seven looked like he was going to choke on the bite of pie, suddenly coughing a bit. He put a fist to his mouth, covering the coughing. He took a breath when he was seemingly done, looking up to her.

"Sorry, but we don't preform-"

"No, not like that! I mean- I wasn't planning on havin' it, the baby."

"Huh, well... that's a bit understanding. Who's the lucky guy?"

Six looked at him. He honestly seemed like he wasn't concerned or worried, no doubt in his eyes or his facial expressions. He was content, enjoying his food while trying to hold a small conversation.

"I'm... not sure anymore," she murmured. Seven gave as small hum of thought, a small nod of acknowledgement to her.

"Well, if you need any help, you can give me a call anytime. I work Monday through Friday, and occasionally Saturday, and Mono works Sunday through Thursday and whenever he gets an emergency call," he said, placing the pie tin to the side.

The waitress gave a small 'Uh huh' to him, too busy caught up in her head. Maybe the test was wrong...

The door open, a nurse walking in with a clipboard in hand. "Ms. Little's lab results, Dr. Cater," she said. Seven took it, smiling slightly.

"Thank you,"

"You have some pie on your shirt,"

"Oh, whoops,"

Six watched the nurse walk off, closing the door behind her. Her eyes glanced towards the doctor, who was wiping his shirt off with with a napkin.

He looked at the labs, give a small hum. "Well, it's a fact, you're having a baby. Congratul-"

"Congratulate me and I'll rip you to shreds,"

"... un-congratulations?"

Six gave a groan, shaking her head. "I'm never letting Two talk me into drinks again."

"Hey, if it's any help, it can be mine and your secret?"

"What do you mean?"

"Wellllll, what I mean is: no one outside of us could know. When it's time, I'll take them and put them up for adoption for you if you still don't want them. I can even prescribe some stuff for some of the early symptoms to help you out."

Seven already pulled a pen out of his coat pocket, scribbling down on a piece of paper. "Here, take this, I'll call it in, and come see me in around a month or so for a check up. Sound good?"

Six took the note from him, looking over the typical doctor scribbles. How could they ever read this? "Sure, I can do that."

"Great! I'll see in a month, Ms. Little," he chirped.

"You can call me Six you know," she grumbled.

"Oh? Really? Sorry, Ms. Li- Six, Six, right gonna have to remember that now. Go chat with the receptionist, and I'll see after a bit." With that, he opened the door for her.

"Whatever you say," Six muttered, walking out of the room.

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Finished - Sept. 24th

Mostly dialogue, sorry about that. I honestly couldn't think of good actions to put in between.

Hope you all enjoyed

Take care!