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The doctor’s face pinches, and she leans in, peering at the monitor like it holds all the answers to life.
“What?” Shiloh murmurs. She tries to sit up, practically dragging herself closer to the screen. “What is it?” I drop down onto the bed and pull her back, settling her on top of my chest. I wrap my arms around her body, partly for comfort, mostly to keep her down so the doctor can finish her job.
“It’s okay,” I murmur, repeating the words softly even though my heart is in my throat. “It’s okay, right?” I ask, my gaze meeting the doctors.
She gives us both a warm, happy smile. “It’s amazing.” Turning the screen, she points to a black bubble blob-looking thing and then some numbers. “I’d say your guess as to when you conceived is pretty spot on, though, in situations like this, it’s hard to get a proper measurement. I’d say you’re about 10 weeks, Shiloh.”
“Situations like this?” Shiloh chokes out, ignoring the rest of what the doctor had said. “You mean because of my PCOS? Because my periods are irregular?”
The doctor smirks. “Well, that’s part of it, but no, that’s not what I meant.” She lifts her finger again, pointing at the blob with one hand. She moves thewandthat I’d previously thought was a massive dildo around, getting a better angle. “It’s hard to get a proper timeline with twin pregnancies. This is baby A, measuring 9 weeks, 5 days. This is baby B, measuring 10 weeks, 1 day.”
“Twins?As in—twins? As in…two babies?” I ask. At least, I think I do, though; I could just imagine the words. The doctor smiles, nodding in agreement. Okay, so I spoke out loud. That’s good. Good. Great.Holy. Shit.“Twins.”
“Twins.” She nods again.
“Twins,” Shiloh breathes. “Oh my god.” She tilts her head back, finding my eyes. Immediately, she falls into another round of sobs, just like this morning. Except for this time, she’s not crying in terror of the unknown, she’s crying because instead of one miracle,we got two.
Goddamn. My sperm is potent. Twins? Does that mean I knocked her up and then knocked her up again? Shit. My cum is fucking magical.
Instantly, I’m rock hard beneath her. Thousands of visions of how I’m going to keep her full of my babies swirl through my head. What if I give her three babies next time? Holy shit that would give us five kids. That’s a lot. Isn’t it? No. No, definitely not. I’d be down with more than that. How many are too many? Ten?
“Logan?” Shiloh murmurs, her brows scrunched up adorably. Glancing down, I realized I’d spaced out staring at the screen. It’s blank now, and an immediate wave of panic fills me. Fuck.
“Where are my babies? Where’d they go?” I ask my voice just south of frantic. “Did I miss it?”
The doctor chuckles, handing me a long sheet of photos. “No, you didn’t. I recorded the ultrasound for you when I noticed you’d checked out and took some images for you to keep. I’ll email you the recording. Congratulations, mom and dad. You’re officially parents.”
Looking at Shiloh, she continues on, giving her instructions and information regarding her prescription. Once again, I check out, my eyes zeroed in on the photos in my hands.
Two fucking babies.
Possession, fear, protectiveness, joy, and love…so much love…fill me rapidly. So many things. I feel so many emotions for these two tiny humans I’ve never even met. I will do anything,be anythingthey need, from here on out. Anything to make sure they are happy and protected for as long as I live.
Looking back at Shiloh, I feel the exact same thing for her. Anything. Anything and everything.
The doctor steps out, giving us a moment of privacy to bask in our life-changing news. We stare at the photos for a while in stunned silence. Finally, she looks up at me, still crying but now with a beaming smile on her beautiful face.
“We’re parents,” she chokes out. “Two babies, Logan.Two.”
I capture her mouth with mine, kissing the ever-loving shit out of my woman. When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead on hers, breathing in her cupcake scent. “Merry fucking Christmas, Babydoll.”
