We wantedone. Just one. And You gave ustwo.
My throat tightens. I don’t know if I’m ready for this. Megan’s gonna be great. It’s not her, it’s me. I’m not ready. But I will be. Because God doesn’t ask us to be ready. He asks us to trust.
And we’ve been trusting Him through all of this. Through the negative tests, the tears, the fights, the waiting. We trusted even when it hurt.
I close my eyes and breathe slowly.
I think about my brothers. How they look at their kids like they hung the moon. I think about my parents. How they raised four of us and never once made us feel like we were too much.
I hear the bathroom door open and then, “Mase?” from the other side of the curtain.
I step back into the room. Megan’s slipping her shoes on. She looks tired but also bright and happy.
“Are you okay?” she asks, a small laugh on the end of the question, like she knows I’m stressing already.
“Yeah.” I nod, stepping closer. “I think.”
“I’m scared too,” she says. “But I’m also really happy.”
“Me too. I’m just still processing, I think.” I reach for her and hold her close.
We stand here for a second, just breathing together.
It’s just twins, nothing crazy.
* * *
I wake up to the mattress creaking, Megan slipping out of bed, trying to be quiet.
I prop myself up on one elbow, squinting at the early morning light. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just have to pee, then I’m coming back. Don’t worry.” She smiles. I lay back on my pillow, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, glancing at the time. It’s six a.m.
It’s only been two days since we found out about the twins, and somehow it feels like both five minutes and a lifetime. Thank God it’s Sunday. I don’t think we could keep it from my family much longer.
After church, at lunch…we’ll drop the bomb.
I grin at the ceiling, already picturing their faces. They’re going to think we’re joking. Mom’s gonna wanna know if twins run in Megan’s family. And I know my sisters will cry.
When she comes back, she curls into my side, settling against me, and I pull her closer, my other hand finding her stomach.
Still flat. Still the same. But I know everything’s so much different.
“How you feeling?” I ask.
“Okay. A little weird now that I got up.”
“Weird how?” I brush her hair away so I can see her face.
“Just…queasy, I guess? Not threatening, just…there.”
“Can I get you anything?”
She smiles “No, I’m okay.”
“Okay.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “You let me know.”
She tilts her head up. “You’re gonna be like this for the whole nine months, aren’t you?”
