Page 267 of The Baby Twist
“Like I could stop you.” He sat up, kissed my lips, and climbed out of bed.
“All you had to do was take them away from me!” I shouted as he went into the bathroom.
“And risk getting kicked in the balls? I don’t think so.”
Climbing out of bed, I went to the kitchen and pulled the antacids out of the cabinet, praying they would work fast.
“Wow,” Charlie said, walking into the kitchen. “Your belly expanded overnight.”
“It’s from the chili cheese fries.” I smirked.
“Ah, okay. If you say so.” He picked up the cup of coffee I’d made him from the island.
“So, before you leave for work, let’s talk about your sperm.”
“What about them?” His brow arched.
“You know your sperm determines the sex of our children, right?”
“Yes. I’m aware.” He tipped the cup to his lips, leaning against the island, staring at me.
“So, what gender do you think our babies are?”
“Honestly, I haven’t given it any thought. But we will find out tonight at the gender reveal party.”
“What do you want?” I asked out of curiosity.
“It doesn’t matter. As long as they’re healthy.”
“Good answer. Me too. But, wouldn’t one of each be nice?”
“Yes, one of each would be nice. Or two boys or two girls. It really doesn’t matter to me.” He set his cup down and kissed my lips. “I have to go. I’ll see you later.” His lips tenderly brushed mine.
“Have a good day.” I smiled.
As he headed toward the elevator, he stopped and turned to me. “If one of the babies happens to be a girl, no boys will be coming around until she’s at least twenty-one.”
“You think so?” I arched my brow.
“I know so.” He winked.
When I had my last doctor’s appointment to go over the genetic test results, Dr. Gregario handed us a sealed envelope with the genders of our twins. I handed it over to Olivia since she and Penelope wanted to do a gender reveal for us. The party would be at Chase and Lila’s penthouse, and the three of them had been in cahoots planning it. Even though event planning was my thing, they wouldn’t allow me to do anything. It was going to be the six of us. Penelope thought we should have invited my mom and dad. I shot that down immediately. Having the two of them in the same room with each other’s exes was stressful, and I didn’t need that.
As I was running some errands, my phone pinged with a text from Olivia.
“Six o’clock, sharp. DO NOT BE LATE!”
“You don’t need to tell me. You need to tell Charlie that.”
“I already did. He said not to worry.”
“Then we’ll be there at six sharp. Maybe we’ll even be there five minutes early.”
Just as I put my phone in my purse, it rang. Pulling it back out, I saw a number that was unfamiliar.
“Hello.”
“Hi, is this Marley Monroe?”
