Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Dr. Drescher had the morning blocked off for us, so her nurse takes us back. She gets Peyton’s blood pressure, has her give a urine sample, and collects some blood.
When she’s done, she leads us into a private room and gives Peyton a paper gown to put on, and then says she and the doctor will be back in a few minutes.
“How are you feeling?” I ask while she changes out of her clothes and puts on the gown that shows off her pert ass and sexy back.
“Okay,” she says, sitting back on the medical bed. “I haven’t really had any morning sickness, like I did with Damien, so that has me a little nervous.”
I walk over and take her hand in mine, bringing it up to my lips. “If you’re not pregnant and it’s a false alarm, if you want to get on birth control …”
She smiles warmly at me and palms my cheek. “I don’t want to get on birth control. Life is short and precious, and I want to have another baby with you. If it’s a false alarm, then we’ll keep having fun trying.”
The doctor knocks, and after Peyton says she’s dressed, she and the nurse come back in. While the nurse sets up a machine, the doctor asks Peyton questions, like when her last period was and how her last pregnancy went.
“The urine test came back positive,” the doctor says with a smile. “Based on your last period, you’re most likely not far enough along for an abdominal ultrasound, so we’re going to do a transvaginal one to confirm your pregnancy and try to get an estimated due date.”
Peyton lifts her legs onto the stirrups, and I try to ignore the fact that the woman is about to shove a decent-sized fake dick into my fiancée by focusing on her and the monitor.
A few moments later, the screen gets fuzzy, and then a small flutter appears, followed by a loud whooshing sound.
“Oh!” Peyton breathes. “That’s the heartbeat.”
She glances at me with tears in her eyes, and I swear my heart has never been so damn full. This woman is truly the light in my dark world.
“It’s strong and healthy,” the doctor says. “And based on the size, you’re about nine weeks pregnant with a due date of May 23.”
“Really?” Peyton asks. “But I had some bleeding last month.”
“It happens,” the doctor says. “But everything appears to be normal …” She continues clicking and then grins. “Well, lookee here.” She points at the screen. “It seems someone was hiding.”
I’m holding Peyton’s hand, so when she squeezes it, I glance down at her in confusion.
“Who’s hiding?” I ask.
“Holy shit,” Peyton gasps. “There’s two?”
“There is,” the doctor says. “You’re pregnant with twins.”
“Oh my God.” Peyton laughs. “Apparently, you don’t do anything half-assed.”
She smiles at me, but I’m too shocked to smile back because, holy fucking shit, she’s pregnant with twins. That’s not only one baby to protect, but two. And she’s going to have to carry them both.
“Is that healthy?” I ask, realizing how stupid I sound once the words are out.
“It’s perfectly healthy,” the doctor says with a small smile. “The goal will be to get as close to term as possible, but with twins, sometimes, it’s normal for them to come sooner. Since you had a C-section with your son, we’ll be able to schedule one for this pregnancy. For now, I’m going to prescribe you a prenatal vitamin. Keep the stress to a minimum, eat healthy, and drink plenty of fluids, and we’ll see you back in four weeks.”
She hands the probe to the nurse, and then she prints out black-and-white photos of the two tiny little dots that represent our babies. Then, they excuse themselves so Peyton can get cleaned up and dressed.
“I can’t believe we’re having twins,” Peyton says with another laugh. “You sure you still want to be a stay-at-home dad?”
There’s a twinkle in her eye, and I can’t help but pull her into my arms and kiss her hard. This woman has given me everything I could ever want, and now, she’s about to give me two more babies.
“I’ll be whatever the hell you want me to be,” I murmur against her lips, “as long as I can be with you.”
“You have me, Dominick,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Until death do us part. And even then, I’m sure you’ll find me in the afterlife.”
“Damn right I will,” I tell her, kissing her soft lips. “And then I’ll drag you from heaven to join me in the pits of hell. Because you, Peyton soon-to-be Antonov, will always be my sweetest sin.”
Peyton
Eight Months Later
As I lie on the couch with my family surrounding our two precious little bundles of joy, I can’t help but feel so blessed. This pregnancy was a mixture of sweet and rough. Dominick gave in and let Damien go back to school—with the agreement that not one, but two guards would be on the premises at all times. Thankfully, they blend in, and the kids don’t think anything of it.