“Do you want me to adjust the rabbit ears too while I’m back here in 1962?” he retorted. He moved the wand a bit more and then turned the sound up and I heard the strong beats of two very distinctive hearts.
“Oh my god, Tristan,” I breathed out. “Are we really having twins?”
“Yeah, we’re really having twins.”
“You fucking did this on purpose,” I hissed.
“How did I do that, exactly?”
“You have extra potent splooge. You probably had it tested. In a lab somewhere,” I accused. “Probably had it genetically modified.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I genetically modified my sperm?”
“Yes.”
“And then I did what with it?”
“Shoved it up my hoo-haw.”
He chuckled. “That’s kind of how it works, sweetness.”
“Except you didn’t ask me if I wanted bionic jizz, Tristan. I wanted organic, non-GMO sperm. What will our children be like?”
“We’ll raise our kids free-range, baby, it’ll all be good.”
“Don’t make light of this,” I ground out. “Twins, Tristan. You and your extra lumpy man gravy put twins in me. As if I wasn’t freaking out enough already, now I’m going to have to double my efforts.”
“Baby, the world can’t handle you doubling your efforts.”
I bit my lip. “What am I going to do with twins?”
“Oh, I don’t know...love them?” he retorted. “We’re a good team, Liv. We got this.”
“Are you sure they look okay?” I asked.
He grinned. “From what I can see, they’re healthy, sweetness. Strong heartbeats and their measurements are right on track. I’m guessing you’re at about eleven weeks.”
“That’s around about the night I threw Bonnie out,” I mused.
“Yeah,” he said, wiping the gel off my belly and sliding my pants back up.
I bit back tears. “And you.”
“True.” He leaned down and kissed me. “But we’re not goin’ there. We’re permanent now, right?”
I smiled. “Sure, we’ll go with that.”
He lifted my left hand. “This ring never comes off, Liv. It’s permanent. Say it.”
“It’s permanent.”
He kissed me again, smiling against my lips. “You’re lucky you’re having my babies, or I’d slap the shit out of your ass.”
I shivered. “Why should having your babies make a difference? I’d personally like a little ass slapping... especially if it comes from a dirty radiologist.”
He laughed. “Okay, slugger, slow down.”
“Oh, wait, baseball.” I sat up and slid my legs over the side of the bed. “How aboutIbe the dirty umpire and you be the naughty slugger?”
