“Twenty-six!” Kian gasped, his eyes meeting mine.
“Yeah, your due date should be around the end of September, early October,” Ian replied.
“Not forty weeks?” Kian checked.
“Ahh, I see the confusion.” Ian nodded. “Bear cubs gestate for a shorter amount of time between five to seven months. Being human, from experience, it falls in the five- to six-month space.”
“And they’ll be okay?” Kian whispered.
“Completely fine. Your body is perfectly capable of baking them, but you might have to slow down as time goes on.”
Kian nodded. “I can do that as long as they’re fine.” His voice was still shaky, and I squeezed his hand in support. “And yes, I think we’d like to know,” he said.
Ian grinned before turning back to the monitor. “This one is a boy.”
“It’s a little difficult to be sure with the babies in this position, but I’m almost certain the other is also a boy,” Ian said.
“Twins. Boys.” Kian sounded awe struck.
“Wow.” I was still stunned, and my hand tightened on Kian’s, my thumb and forefinger gently massaging his wrist. I faced the TV instead of the smaller monitor Ian had been using, and I was spellbound, my attention completely held by the images of my sons in perfect HD.
“Are they healthy?” Kian pressed anxiously.
“Perfectly,” Ian said. The reassurance he received seemed to ease his concern. “Don’t worry about anything, although I will suggest adding an extra five hundred calories to your diet and getting plenty of rest.”
Happiness, pride, and a fierce feeling of protectiveness towards my mate and our babies overwhelmed me.
“We need to start getting stuff together now,” Kian whispered.
I nodded, still a little dazed.
“The baby store in town has some wonderful selections, and of course, Cubs carries a wide range of options,” Ian chimed in with the suggestion. Then he asked, “Would the two of you like images…a video of the ultrasound?”
We said yes in unison, and the three of us laughed.
“I’ll get this on a USB for you and print out the images while you get cleaned up,” Ian said.
I used the tissue provided to wipe the gel, then helped my mate sit up. I kissed him tenderly, pouring all the emotions rioting through my body into it. Kian sighed and wrapped his hand around my waist.
When we pulled back, I traced his kiss-stung lips, and his beautiful blue eyes darkened. I would never get tired of the telling dilation of his pupils and the slight audible catch of breath in his throat when I lifted my hand to the nape of his neck.
“How would you feel about a date with your baby daddy?”
“What’s the plural of baby daddy?” he teased.
“Babies daddies?” I supplied.
“I think that means there’s two of you, not two babies,” Kian said. Gods, I loved seeing him radiate happiness, and he did.
“Nope, not two, just me. Got you all knocked up by myself,” I growled. “You’re all mine.”
“Caveman,” Kian snorted even as his heart sped up at my words.
“You love my caveman ways,” I teased, waggling my brows.
“Mmm, I think I forgot what those are. You might have to remind me,” Kian whispered, nipping my lobe.
I barely swallowed my growl, and if Ian hadn’t snorted, interrupting us, I would have ravished my mate. “Oh, the honeymoon phase, although I suppose with mates that never ends,” he teased. “Get a room, you two. Preferably not this one,” he added, giving me a pointed look.
