“Hear that?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” I managed, voice rough. “I hear it.”
Maria moved the wand a little, adjusting the angle, capturing measurements.
“Let me just get a better view of the sac…”
She paused.
My blood turned to ice.
“What is it?” I demanded, leaning forward so fast the chair creaked.
Maria’s smile didn’t falter; if anything, it widened.
“Hold on… let me just…”
She tilted the wand again, pressing gently to the side.
The screen shifted.
And there, next to the first tiny bean, was another.
Two sacs. Two flickering heartbeats.
Two.
“Congratulations,” Maria said gently, like she knew the words might knock us over. “You’re having twins.”
The world tilted sideways.
Chrissy made a soft, stunned sound — half laugh, half gasp.
I couldn’t breathe.
Twins.
Two babies.
Two heartbeats racing like they were already competing for who could make my chest crack open first.
I leaned over Chrissy, forehead pressed to hers, hands trembling as they framed her face. My scars brushed her soft skin, but she didn’t flinch — she never did.
“Twins,” I whispered, voice cracking wide open. “You’re giving me two.”
She laughed then, the sound disbelieving and joyful all at once. Tears slipped down her temples into her hair.
“Guess you’re really efficient, Mr. Stonewood.”
I kissed her, hard and grateful and utterly fucking wrecked. I tasted salt from her tears, felt her fingers tangle in my hair,anchoring me. When I pulled back, her brown eyes were bright, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
Maria cleared her throat softly, but she was smiling.
“I’ll print plenty of pictures. Fraternal twins, from the looks of it… two separate sacs. Everything looks perfect so far.”
Perfect.
I sat back, dazed, while Maria finished measurements and wiped the gel from Chrissy’s stomach. Chrissy kept her hand in mine the whole time, like she knew I might float away if she let go.
