His wedding band is still on his finger, and I feel sadness wash over me. The downside to being pregnant right now is the raging hormones. The highs are ridiculously high, but the lows areextreme, too. It’s hard not to burst into tears knowing how much he still loves Darla and doesn’t want this separation.
Rhett glances at me, and I nod. “I’m not drinkin’, bud. Sorry.”
“What? She just nodded. The wife gave you the green light.”
“Everyone!” Rhett shouts. “I need your attention!”
All eyes land on us, and I slip my hand into his, squeezing it as the anxiety washes over me. At least they want this as much as we do, but I feel a familiar wave a nausea hit. Luckily, it fades quickly.
“I’m not drinkin’, which I think we’ve all talked about recently. Not only do I want to respect Brynlee with the news about her pops comin’ to light, I have to admit the weight loss has been kind of nice.”
I giggle and shake my head. He’s lost about fifteen pounds, but I love him with a little padding. I made him promise never to get a six pack or become a gym rat. That just won’t work for me.
“I will, however, have a celebratory beer,” he says, but shakes his head when Carter offers him the beer again, “when my baby’s born.”
Jaws drop, and I smile. Lydia gapes at me, and I just nod.
“You’re pregnant?” Gemma asks. “I was half-kiddin’.”
“We’re goin’ to celebrate this pregnancy completely sober,” Rhett says.
“And while all of you had your minds in the gutter, well, let’s just say morning sickness has proven to be all day for me,” I say and rest a hand on my stomach. “And night.”
Lydia puts a hand over her heart. “Poor girl.”
“I do have a request, baby,” I say and smirk at Dr. Mackle before looking up at Rhett.
“Anythin’.”
“We didn’t exchange wedding presents because we talked about turning the room down the hall into the nursery. Well, Ineed to ask if you can make it a little bigger before I go into labor.”
Frowning, he nods. “Yeah, I can make that happen. You don’t think it’s big enough?”
“I know it’s not big enough. Um, remember when we learned that Grandpa Jensen was a twin?”
His jaw drops as he gasps. “No!”
“I found out this morning. We have two babies coming in about seven months.”
His arms wrap around me and lift me into the air. “I love you. God, I love you. You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now.”
The familiar heat rises, and I want to cry. “I have to go,” I whisper. “Now.”
Setting me down, he looks concerned as I run inside, making it to the kitchen sink just in time. He’s behind me in seconds, and I can’t help it. I begin to sob. As much as I want these babies, the morning sickness is ruining my happy day.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Lydia says as she walks in after us. “Here, eat these. They’ll help settle your stomach.”
She pulls out a sleeve of saltines from her purse, and Rhett continues rubbing my back. “Mom, did you know she was pregnant?”
“I keep them for your father. He gets heartburn somethin’ fierce, and these help in a pinch.”
Taking a bite of one, I lean against the sink. It works quickly, and I want to cry in relief. As it turns out, I just seem to want to cry.
I point to my purse on the hook beside her. “Ultrasound’s in there, if you want to see.”
Rhett abandons me to look at the image of our two little peanuts marked as Baby A and Baby B. “Wow,” he gasps.
“Look what you two did,” Lydia gushes. “Two grandbabies at once. Oh, we’re goin’ to need double of everythin’!”
