“What took you so long?”
“I ran.” I’m still panting, but who cares? “Where is she?”
“Through here.”
He leads the way, and I follow, mind mercifully blank. In situations like these, the brain takes over, numbs the areas that will feel the most pain when the bomb finally blows your world apart, provides brief respite.
Then, I’m entering a room to find Remy lying on a raised bed with her dress tucked up underneath her breasts and her belly exposed. A white sheet covers the mound of her pussy, and I gulp at the sight of her pale flesh.
The doctor glances at me and Cash, and gestures for us to stand on either side of the bed. In her hand, she is holding a small metal object and a bottle of liquid.
I study the monitor beside her. A blank screen. My brain is taking too long to play catch-up.
Then I look at Remy, and she reaches for my hand, and the doctor says, “This will be cold, Remy, I’m sorry,” before squirting blue gel onto Remy’s abdomen and rolling the transducer across her tummy.
The monitor flickers to life.
And there they are. Our babies. Our twins. The tiny miracles that the three of us created together.
The doctor slides the transducer, and the baby at the forefront of the screen wriggles.
I have tears in my eyes. My cheeks ache from the goofy smile on my face. My chest hurts with love. So much love.
“There’s baby number two,” the doctor says as the babies inside Remy’s womb spin around like they’re dancing the Hokey Pokey.
“Is everything okay?” Remy asks.
Damn! Cash and I should’ve been asking the question. It’s the reason we’re here. the bruises on Remy’s face. The smoke inhalation from the fire. Whatever her drink was spiked with to get her away from Cash’s private booth and into hiding.
And here I am, speechless because I’ve never seen anything so fucking amazing in my life.
“Everything is perfect, Remy.” The doctor’s voice is calm. A dose of exactly what the three of us needed at the end of a long night. “I’ll give the three of you a moment.”
She stands down from her stool and leaves the monitor frozen on an image of our babies.
I smooth the hair away from Remy’s battered face, careful not to touch the bruises, and kiss her forehead. “They’re perfect, Remy. You’re perfect.”
We lock eyes. “You’re not angry with me?”
I swallow. “Why would we be angry with you?”
“For setting a fire in one of the rooms? For putting the babies in danger?” her eyes flick across to Cash. “For believing that woman when she said that you were engaged to be married.”
His face darkens a shade. I catch his eye and shake my head. Not now. She’s safe. Our babies are wriggling around inside her without a care in the world. It’s all that matters.
“You’re amazing, do you know that?” I squeeze her hand. “I love you, Remy Jones. I’ve loved you from the first moment I saw you. And you don’t have to say anything right now. I just wanted you to know.”
“I love you too, Remy.” Cash kisses her temple from the other side of the bed. “And our babies.”
Remy eyes brim with tears. “Is it… Do you think it’s possible to love two people at the same time?”
I shrug. “I think it depends on how big the heart is.”
Cash grins. “He’s been watching romcoms again.”
“Have you told her your favorite movie?”
He scrunches up her face. “She doesn’t need to know that.”
