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“Let’s get you up on the table for a scan.” Juliet Sharpe smiled as she rose from the chair and waved toward an exam table in the corner of the room.
She was everything Doctor DeLuca had promised. Smart, kind, and very, very thorough as she took down all my details. London, on the other hand, was his normal demeanour; cold, quiet, and dangerous. He said nothing, just sat there with his legs crossed and an unflinching stare.
“Sure,” I answered, and glanced London’s way before I rose.
Juliet moved to a machine. “It’s quite early, but I use a cutting-edge ultrasound that allows me to detect the baby even at this stage.”
My breath caught as I focused on the black screen on the machine that came to life with a flick of a switch. “So, we’re going to be able to see it?” I kicked off my shoes at the base of the bed. “The baby?”
She just smiled. “That’s the plan.”
My pulse sped as I glanced at London. But he said nothing. Actually, he said less than nothing, just levelled that empty glare on the same monitor.
I ignored him, just climbed up and lay back, tugging my shirt up as Juliet unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them down a bit.
“A little cold gel,” she murmured, squeezing an upended bottle until a thick, clear substance squirted on my abdomen.
But I was fixed on that black screen as she pressed a wand to my belly and pressed. Sounds came through the speaker, sloshing and distorted, until she shifted the wand and bore down…then there was a racing, fluttering sound.
“There we go.” She smiled and glanced my way.
I stared at the blur on the screen.
“It’s very early…about eight weeks, by the looks of it. This is the baby’s heart right here and there—”
She stopped, scowling.
I searched her face. “What is it?”
Juliet just shook her head. “That’s…strange.”
She grabbed the bottle and squeezed more gel onto my belly before pressing down once more. From the corner of my eye, I saw London uncross his legs and lean forward a little. My pulse sped, thrashing in my ears as I met his stare.
Now there was life.
And worry.
He pushed up from the chair. “What is it?”
She didn’t look at him but focused on the screen, and that thrashing sound came once more. “You’re…um. You have another baby.”
“Another baby?” I whispered. “What do you mean, another baby?”
She pressed harder into my belly. “This is so strange. Another placenta, another complete sac. This baby is more developed, about twelve weeks, by the looks of it.”
Twelve weeks? My eyes widened as I fixed on London.
He knew…exactly what I was thinking.
“This other baby. Could it be by the same father, or another father?”
The doctor winced. But she knew our living arrangements, had made sure she took down all the details of London, Carven, and Colt, including our very active sexual conditions.
“It’s possible. Extremely rare, but possible. It’s called heteropaternal superfecundation. Two compete babies, fathered by two different men.”
Two babies…
