I shook my head.
“Go do that,” he instructed. “I’ll grab those anti-nausea pills.”
“I wasn’t sick this soon with Mandi. Do you think something’s wrong?”
“No.” He smiled. “Every baby’s different, Liv. Don’t freak out.”
“Don’t tell me not to freak out,” I grumbled, and headed back to the bedroom to grab the saltines.
I gathered the food and took it back into the kitchen where Doc met me, taking everything from me and setting it on the counter before wrapping his arms around me. “You wanna go into the clinic and hear the heartbeat so you feel better?”
I bit my lip and met his eyes. “Can we?”
“Yeah, sweetness, of course we can.”
I bobbed my head. “Then, yes, I want to.”
“Okay, grab your shoes. We’ll take your car.”
We headed to the barn and back to Doc’s clinic. He patted his table for me to hop up onto and grabbed gel and his heartbeat monitor.
“On second thought, maybe I should just do a quick ultrasound.”
I clapped my hands. “Can we see the sex?”
He smiled. “Not quite yet, but I can get some measurements and make sure everything’s progressing normally.”
“Well, that would make me feel better, so, yes, let’s do that.”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, fired off a text, then pulled the ultrasound machine close to the exam bed.
“Who were you texting?”
“Alamo was checking to make sure it was me back here,” he said as he tucked a towel into the waistband of my yoga pants and tugged them down slightly.
“Sir, did I say you could do that?” I admonished.
He grinned, leaning down to kiss my belly. “Are you seriously trying to play dirty radiologist right now?”
I chuckled. “Depends. Who gets to be the dirty radiologist?”
He squirted the gel on my belly and I let out a quiet squeak.
“Sorry, it’s cold,” he warned too late.
“You’re going to owe me.”
He grinned, placing the wand on the gel and moving it around my belly, instantly finding the heartbeat, then letting out a, “Holy shit.”
“What?” I snapped. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he said, turning the screen to face me. “We’ve just got two.”
“Two what?”
He chuckled, pointing to the two tiny beans on the screen. “We’re having twins, Liv.”
“We are not. You must be seeing double on the monitor, try checking the vertical hold.”
