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“Twins?” I say.
“Twins,” Dr. White says with a firm nod of his head. “I’m certain.”
“Is that the good news or the better news?” Rafael asks with a trembling voice. Jesus. I hadn’t thought about how he’s reacting to this. I’m so shocked by all of this I can barely think for myself.
“They’re both healthy. You decide which is the good news and which is the better.” He smiles at us knowingly. “I have to move this screen for a moment to do some measurements.”
He spends what feels like forever clicking and making circles and ovals on the screens and putting numbers inside them. After he does this to both of them side by side, he zooms into Baby A, repeats everything, moves to Baby B and does it again.
When he’s done, he removes the doppler, hands Jordan some tissues to wipe up, shuts the machine off, and pulls something from below the screen. He goes to the side of the bed, and hands it to Jordan. They’re pictures. Screenshots of the babies from the screen. Like flimsy polaroids. Jordan releases my hand and takes them with a smile, her eyes unable to leave the black and white blobs.
“I’ve labeled them for you. According to this, it looks like you’re right around seven weeks, which would put a single birth at a due date of…” He picks up a thick, circular piece of paper from beside the sonogram machine, and slides the circle around. “February 25. But, since most twins are delivered around the 36 week mark, you can assume you’ll have January babies. As long as we keep them in there until at least thirty-two weeks, so after the new year, I’ll be happy.”
“And the test?” Rafael asks.
Ah, yes. The test. I bet Rafael is freaking out right now. Knowing there isn’t one baby, but two. I look at him, but he looks fine. I don’t believe it for a second.
“We can do it now. It’s a simple blood test. I’ll need a sample from the mother and whoever is a potential father.”
“That’ll be the two of us,” I add.
He smiles kindly and nods once. Jordan’s cheeks flame pink, and I lean over to kiss her cheek.
“What about the sex?” Jordan asks.
“Around twenty weeks,” Dr. White explains as he moves to the items on the table he’ll need to draw blood. He goes to Jordan first and I help her sit up, making sure she’s okay before turning to Rafael.
“You good?” I ask softly.
He nods, but there’s a blank look in his eye that tells me he isn’t so sure. I step closer, keeping my voice low.
“It’s okay if you’re not. You can tell me.”
He nods again and brings his gaze to mine. He smiles, but it’s a nervous smile. “I’m good.”
Still don’t quite believe it, but I’ll take it.
When Dr. White is done getting Jordan’s blood, he draws blood from both me and Rafael, and he leaves.
“Two babies,” Jordan breathes out, staring at the photos again. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed, and I move closer to look at them. I can’t believe I’m looking at a photo of my babies. Of little humans growing inside my wife.
“Two babies,” Rafael adds, leaning on the bed beside her. He looks down at the photos, and his expression is still unreadable. I’m worried about him, but I can’t hide my immense joy over knowing I am going to be a father.
For the first time, this information really sinks in. I’m going to be a father.
I grasp Jordan’s chin and kiss her hard. So damn hard.
“Thank you, angel. Thank you for making me a father,” I whisper against her lips.
She chokes out a laugh, bunching her hands in my shirt.
“Two babies,” she repeats, and this time I laugh.
Two fucking babies.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Jordan
