So he does.
“Holy sh—.” He starts to say shit, but stops, remembering our son who is in my lap. We try not to swear around him, but it doesn’t always work. Whiskey’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “Holy moly, Duchess. Are you sure?”
On the back of the card is an ultrasound image of the two babies in my belly right now. And the best part . . . I had the ultrasound technician type‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!’right on the image.
“Yup.” I nod as I hug our first-born.
“How did this happen?”
“It seems like twins run in the family.” I shrug. “Twice in one generation.”
He hasn’t stopped looking at the ultrasound. “Do you know if it’s boys like Sunshine’s?”
“I’m just twelve weeks today so the ultrasound tech couldn’t tell yet. But I can tell you we do have the same kind of situation that she did.”
Whiskey looks up. “What do you mean?”
“What kind of twins did she have?”
If his eyes could pop out of the sockets, now is the time they would? “Do you mean identical?”
“You got it.”
“Our babies are identical?”
I grab the card from his lap and draw my finger over the image. “See how both little circles are in one sac. That means it was one egg that split. They’re identical.”
He lifts the wiggly Krew from my lap and sets him in his. “When do we get to figure out what they are? Do you wanna know again?”
“Absolutely I do,” I say affirmatively as I rest my hands flat on the floor and lean back a bit. “We have to get two of everything this time. I need to know what kind of clothes we need, how to decorate their room, all of it.”
“But how did you get this far along and we didn’t know?” I watch his eyes travel along my body and stop at my stomach. “I mean, I know your body really well, Duchess, so how could I not have noticed?”
I shrug. “I asked the tech that and she said it could be this thing called a retroverted uterus. It’s when the uterus is tilted backward toward the spine a bit. It doesn’t hurt the babies or anything, but it just takes a bit longer for the bump to show.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Did you have that with Krew?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You sure it won’t hurt the babies. Ya know, squish them so they come out lookin’ funny?”
“Nope.” I can’t help but laugh. “Everything in there will move around enough as they grow, especially with two, and they will be just fine. They probably will squish each other a little, but that’s why we will have extra appointments and ultrasounds just like your sister did to watch how these little munchkins grow.”
Whiskey stands Krew up between his legs and points at my belly. “Can you believe it, Krew? Your momma is gonna have two babies?”
“Two?”
“Yea.” I hold up two fingers. “You got it.”
Whiskey scoots over and rubs his hand over the lace of the black body suit covering my stomach. “Can you say hi to the babies, Krew?” Then he leans in to kiss my belly. Krew kisses it too.
Whiskey jumps to his feet, picks up Krew and holds out a hand for mine. Once he pulls me up, he wraps his free arm around me, I loop my arms around my guys, and we have our first family of five group hug.
As we step inside in clubhouse, Whiskey hands Krew off to Blue and pulls me down the hall toward his office. “Your Valentine’s Day gifts are in my office. I didn’t have time to go grab them before you started having me do all this running around.”
I sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk as he walks around and unlocks the bottom side drawer. “That’s fine.”
“And you definitely outdid me on the size of gifts this year. A new Harley AND two babies. I definitely didn’t win the ‘Hubby of the Year’ award this year.”
