I tsk at that statement. “I’m pretty sure the last two times were because I’d been out drinking with you!” Downstairs, Nicholas chants, “Presents!” while Noel cries. “I gotta go. I hear Noel’s hungry cry.”
“Good luck. Give my little niece and nephew a big kiss from their auntie. Feel free to slap one on your man for me too.”
I laugh. “Will do. Merry Christmas.” I hang up and take a few deep breaths. I brush my fingers along my belly, an overwhelming sense of joy in my heart.
“Joy,” I whisper the name. “I think that will be perfect.” My eyes fill with happy tears. “Miracle doesn’t sound too bad either, does it?”
I grab the small worn box from my closet and head downstairs, prepared to give my husband the best Christmas gift or a heart attack.
Because inside the box, there are two tests.
We’re having twins.
THE END