I lookat her with wide eyes. “Please tell me I don’t see what I think I see.” I wanted more kids, but fuck my life.
“What?”echoes from each of my five worried men. I look at them with wide eyes.
“Yes,ma’am, you do. Congrats, guys, it looks like you’re having twins!” she exclaims. Oh, god dammit. Maybe I am still dreaming.
“The fuck?”Odin sounds confused by the turn of events.
“Twins?”Orin asks in shock.
“That’s five kids under seven!”Callum exclaims in disbelief.
“Yay!Hopefully, we’ll have one of each!” is the exuberant reply from Silas.Of course he’s the one immediately happy.
“We need bigger cars,”Bodie deadpans.Ever the practical one.
Well,that was a better reaction than I thought they’d have. They are all so cute. The extreme differences in their reactions are really telling of their personalities. I have a moment to realize that Bodie is right. Shit, my car is barely big enough as it is.
Alexand I look at each other and burst out laughing. “Oh, you are going to have your hands full with five kids and these five, but it’ll make it easier having one kid per dad!” She chuckles, wiping at tears forming at the corners of her eyes. All I can think about are the multitude of diapers I don’t have to change. It’ll be wonderful.
“You’re right!That will be great. We will need all the hands we can get,” I tell her, still giggling at the guys' faces. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a mix of shock, fear, and excitement before.
Odin raiseshis hand with a serious face, looking like a kindergarten boy who is about to ask about dinosaurs. “I have a question…”
“Yes,sir, what would you like to know?” she asks, trying to hide a smile.
“Well,I’m Odin, and the one right there with the black hair is my twin brother, Orin. I was wondering, are twins genetic?” he asks, pointing over to his brother. I hope none of them are jealous about the babies not being theirs if we decide to find out who is the biological father.
“They are,but the mother carries the gene that would determine if it’s multiples most of the time, but it can also be random.”
“Aw,man. That would have been cool.” Orin pouts.
“Alright,well, it looks like you are definitely about eight weeks along. Twin A is measuring eight weeks one day, while Twin B is measuring eight weeks three days. That’s perfectly normal for twins. I’d set up an appointment as soon as possible. They will most likely list you as high risk due to it being a multiple pregnancy, especially after the past issues that I noticed in the chart.” With that last note, she gets the machine cleaned and put back up and leaves the room.
We areall speechless and in shock. I was told I couldn’t get pregnant, and now, I’m having twins. For a grand total of five kids.Well, I always said I wanted four. What’s one more, right?I chuckle at myself.This is going to be a huge adjustment.
And then itreally sinks in. Holy fuck. Twins. Five kids. What are we going to do with five kids?
The guys taketurns leaving one or two at a time after the nurse leaves. I was confused as to what they were doing, until every time they came back they each would have a beautiful flower arrangement, my favorite candies, or some small gift from the gift store.
When I askedOdin what they were doing, he said it was their way of showing me they are happy about me being pregnant, which is definitely a concept I’m not used to.
A couple hourslater as I’m waking up from another nap, Bodie comes walking in, holding a huge lunch box. Yay for me, that hopefully means no hospital food. All of the other guys went home, and the nurse had brought me more pain meds, which is what made me sleepy.
“What’s that babe?”I ask around a yawn.
“I talked to your doctor,and he said if you were feeling up to it when you woke up that it was okay for you to eat. The others and I have been taking turns running home and showering, loving on the kids and eating, but since we knew you were okay and resting, we all went home while you napped. I was only gone long enough to whip you up something better than the stuff the cafeteria has downstairs,” he answers while pulling different containers out the bag. I’m glad they finally took care of themselves while I was out.
“Well, what did you bring me?”I excitedly ask while trying to rise up in the bed a little. I realized how hungry I am.
“Here,Angel, let me get you sitting up, and I’ll show you everything.” While he’s helping get me comfortable sitting up in bed, there is a knock at the door.
“Come in!”Bodie calls out, covering me up with the blanket.
A manI don’t recognize comes walking in, and immediately, I can tell he’s definitely not a doctor. He’s a short, pudgy man and strangely reminds me of Mr. Smee fromPeter Pan. “Isla Claire Taylor?” he asks snidely.
“Uh,no, it’s Isla Claire Aaron now. Who are you?” I ask.
“You’ve been served.”He hands me an envelope and promptly walks out the room.
