Dr. Wisser wheezed, “It’s a normal result of the exam because more blood flows to the cervix during pregnancy.”
“Daniil!” I stated, completely vexed and sitting up on my elbows. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop, I’ll bring my parents in here.”
That stopped him. Kind of.
“You think I’m scared of your parents?” Daniil asked softly, but his arms moved back. Which meant the knife had been removed without harm since I didn’t hear the doctor hit the floor dead. “You really are adorable.”
“And you’re getting on my last nerve with the knife thing!”
Daniil chuckled, moving back as the doctor did and came around to table to look down at me. “I’m sorry. But what would you have done if you saw someone taking their hand from my cock and their hand had blood on it?”
That made me pause, but I said stubbornly, “I wouldn’t pull a knife on them.”
Daniil laughed, apparently seeing the pause I had tried to cover up, and said, “You’re right. I’ll have to train you to use a gun.”
I scowled, halfway enjoying our banter because it helped me ignore the doctor pulling out a piece of the table and lowering my legs to it, laying me out straight for the sonogram. “My mom would have a heyday with you if she heard you say that.”
Daniil brushed hair back from my face, brushing his thumb back and forth over my cheek. “You know most of the anti-gun coalition individuals know how to use a weapon better than others that don’t have a problem with guns at all.”
I snorted. “Mom so doesn’t know how to use a gun.”
Dr. Wisser interrupted, asking, “Your mother’s part of an anti-gun coalition?”
“One of the largest anti-gun coalition companies in the US,” Daniil murmured quietly, leaning down and kissing my forehead before glancing at the stunned doctor. “And her father’s a preacher.”
Dr. Wisser muttered, “You’re kidding.”
We both shook our head, and he murmured, “And I thought my Jewish ex-in-laws were bad.”
Daniil snorted and started chuckling. I, on the other hand, glared at them both. My parents weren’t so bad. Not all the time, at least.
Dr. Wisser seemed to get the drift when I smacked Daniil’s head when he wouldn’t shut up. He quickly went back to work, pulling over the sonogram machine, opening my gown at my stomach to squirt liquid on it, and placing a device on my stomach that he kept moving around after turning on the monitor to the machine.
Stupidly, I asked, “Will we be able to hear the heartbeat?” I’d heard that once before in a movie and it sounded really funky.
Daniil stilled from where he was leaning over me a little, staring in fascination at the screen.
His avid gaze darted to the doctor, waiting for his answer.
And he disappointed us both, murmuring, “Not yet. Maybe on your next visit.” He kept pressing keys on the keyboard in front of the monitor, moving the sonogram device on my stomach at different angles. He cocked his head, pausing with his hand on my belly and hit a button on the keyboard. This kept up for some time and printed out pictures of the weird grayish black screen. It didn’t make a lot of sense to me, but the doctor seemed pretty interested in it, along with Daniil, who was fairly vibrating with impatience above and next to me.
“Well?” Daniil asked, his eyebrows together.
“Just another moment,” Dr. Wisser stated as he moved his hand again on my stomach and more pictures printed out.
Daniil’s nose crinkled and I lifted my hand, rubbing a finger over it. He glanced down at me, his expression clearly worried and anxious. I smiled at him softly. He could be such a worrywart.
The doctor wasn’t freaking out yelling “Twins!” He was calm and doing his job like it was a normal singleton pregnancy. I had high hopes.
Daniil stared down at my mouth and bent down, kissing me softly.
And I sighed against his mouth, barely feeling as the doctor started wiping my stomach off. Daniil’s mouth was my own personal fireworks show. Beautiful and full of wonder. And he seemed to have the same opinion, grabbing my cheeks and deepening the kiss.
And, like so often recently, we were interrupted. This time, by Dr. Wisser clearing his throat loudly. We both stilled, blinking at each other before we both turned our heads to him. The doc wasn’t looking at us, but staring down at the photos he had taken, giving us our privacy for a moment longer. Daniil glanced down at me, stealing another sweet, soft kiss before straightening by my side.
The doctor grabbed some scissors and quickly cut through the strip of photos. Daniil started to argue, apparently wanting all the shots, but the doctor held up a hand and lay a row of the photos on my stomach, pointing to the first, “One,” he pointed to the second, “two”, and he pointed to the third, “three.” He smiled. “Congratulations. You’re having triplets.”
My jaw dropped. “What?”
