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“As long as there are no issues, I’ll see her again in a month. We can play it by ear depending on how she’s feeling. I’ll get some prenatal vitamins to you. And something for nausea if she needs it. I’ll also send a list of foods to avoid.”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks.”
He ends the call and I stare at my phone.
What the actual fuck is going on?
I wait an hour before I wake Jordan. I don’t want to wake her at all because she’s sleeping so soundly, but this information is eating me alive, and I need to let it out.
I sit on the edge of the bed and run my hand over her hair. She stirs awake and smiles at me. She’s so beautiful. I hope our baby has her eyes. She has gorgeous eyes. And I hope her baby with Rafael has his eyes, because he has beautiful eyes too, and it’ll be the best of both worlds.
“Hey,” she says, rolling onto her back. “Everything okay?” Her voice is so full of sleep, her eyes half closed.
“How are you feeling?”
“Better, actually.”
“The doctor called.”
Her eyes widen, and her body stiffens.
“He got the results?” I nod. She looks around the room, as if looking for something. Or someone. “Does Rafael know?”
“Not yet.”
“You should tell us together.”
“I think you should hear this for yourself first.”
“No.” She sits up, wiping her face. “I want us to hear it together. That’s what we agreed on.”
“Okay. Do you want me to get him?”
“No, I’ll get up.”
I stand and help her out of bed. She uses the bathroom quickly while I call him to meet us in the study. The three of us reach it at the same time.
“He called?” Rafael asks, stopping in front of the door. Long gone is his cheery demeanor he’s had for the last two days. Back are the nerves. Considering the way he’s been acting, I think he’ll be happy with the results. Jordan, though? I don’t think she’s going to be happy with living proof she slept with two men at the same time. Of course, I don’t give a fuck about that. Rafael won’t either. But I know how my wife thinks.
“He did.” I enter the study and sit down. Jordan sits beside me, and Rafael across from us.
“I should’ve grabbed a drink for this,” he says, rubbing his hands down his pants.
“You’re going to need one,” I comment.
“Fuck. They’re mine, aren’t they?” he asks, looking between the both of us. He doesn’t look mad, more scared than anything. “The babies are mine? Twins run in my family. I should have known the moment it was twins. Shit, I did know.” He stands and takes a few steps one way, stops, and turns. “Shit…”
“Rafael, calm down,” Jordan says. “Come here. Sit down with me.”
He hesitates a moment but sits beside her, and I turn my body to face the both of them.
I scrub a hand down my face and say it.
“The babies are… both of ours.”
It’s silent. So silent I’m going to lose my mind.
“What?” Jordan finally asks, tilting her head to the side.
