“I’ll let you two celebrate,” he says kindly. “We’ll see you on Wednesday for the transfer.”
“Thanks, Doc. Really,” Colt says. “For everything.”
“We’ve still got a long journey ahead, but we’re heading in the right direction. Take care, you two.”
The line clicks off.
Colt picks me up and throws me on the bed, hovering over me as I squeal. His lips are on me fast, and my hands fist in his hair as we both smile.
I’m beyond ecstatic.
Two babies.
Two. Whole. Babies.
A part of me and a part of him.
Nothing could dampen my good mood. Colt grinds into me, and his erection between my legs has me throbbing with desire. Suddenly, the phone rings, making us break apart. He looks down at the phone, and it’s Anna. He sits up on the bed and rearranges his crotch.
“Anna, did he call you?”
She screams down the line, making Colt and me both wince.
“Anna, you okay?” I ask, concerned.
“I’m so fucking excited,” she yells, making us both laugh.
“I know, we are too. Anna, I’m gonna bloody kiss you next time I see you,” Colt says, and I look at him with my eyebrow raised and a smirk. He shrugs, which makes me giggle.
“Well, I think impregnating me with your spunk is enough. No need to get all mouth moshed together and stuff,” Anna says, and I can’t help but laugh at her.
“Mouth moshed? Is that even a thing?” I ask, and she giggles.
“I dunno made sense at the time, you know, moshing mouths together. Like people in a mosh pit are all forced together, so you know, mouth moshing. Oh, shut up, it makes perfect sense to me.”
“You’re weird, but hey, Wednesday’s the big day, huh?” Colt questions, then kisses my head.
“Sure is. I’m nervous, to be honest,” she says, and I tighten my hand around Colt’s.
“You’ll be fine, and hey, don’t worry if they aren’t perfect. They do have their father’s genes, so there’s bound to be something strange, like two heads or seven fingers. Things like that,” I joke, and Colt chuckles.
“Nice, baby. You think I’m some monster under a bridge. Got it, thanks,” he teases, and I giggle, then lean up and kiss him.
“Will you two stop making out while I’m on the phone, please?” she begs, and I let out a mock sigh, breaking away from Colt.
“Sorry, it’s hard to keep my hands off him at the moment.”
We all laugh.
“Oh, Anna, by the way, the doctor said you can’t have sex while you’re pregnant. It’s a surrogacy rule or something,” Colt warns, and I scoff, slapping him on the chest.
“It is not, you liar.” She laughs.
“No, really, I don’t want my kids scared by the vision of Johnny’s dick coming toward their heads,” he teases, and I can’t help but laugh at his antics.
“Anna, don’t listen to him,” I state, and Colt smirks.
“Don’t worry, Colt, Johnny and I are gonna make your kids hate sex ’cause we’re gonna do it so much,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh.
