Page 35 of The Love Bitten Series: Vol 2

“The results of your blood test look great, and your measurements are right on track.”

Narkissa’s frown deepened. “Are you sure?”

The doctor sat in a little rolling chair in front of the ultrasound machine and pulled it over to the side of the exam table. “Absolutely. Now, let's see how things are progressing inside Mommy’s tummy.”

She squeezed some gel onto Narkissa’s bump and began moving the wand around. The first thing she always did was take some measurements of pretty much everything but the baby, so I took the opportunity to grill my wife about what was bothering her.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” I demanded softly.

“It’s nothing.”

I drilled her with a hard stare. “It’s not nothing. Now tell me so I can fix it.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “You can’t fix this.”

My eyes narrowed. “Try me,” I challenged.

Narkissa sighed. “It’s just...I feel like a freaking elephant.”

“Sweetheart, you aren’t anywhere close to even the pinky toe of an elephant, but I’m told those feelings are normal.”

“But—” Her cheeks bloomed with pink.

I raised an eyebrow, and she sighed before continuing. “Amaia is only a month further along, and I’m so much bigger than her.” Moisture welled in her eyes, and I quickly cradled her face in my hands and kissed her before wiping away the tears with my thumbs.

“It doesn’t matter what anyone else looks like, sweetheart. You’re fucking gorgeous, and you outshine them all.”

She gave me a watery smile but still sighed. “I just don’t understand why I’m so much bigger than her!”

“It’s to be expected when you’re carrying twins,” the doctor interrupted in a conversational tone.

Narkissa and I were both speechless as we stared at the OBGYN who was still clicking and writing, taking measurements. She looked up when we were silent for an extended period and frowned. “You didn’t know?”

We shook our heads simultaneously.

“For Pete’s sake,” she grumbled. “Ever since my office manager mated and moved away, things have been slipping through the cracks.” She put her hand on her forehead and groaned. “I can’t believe the lab tech didn’t tell you at the last ultrasound.”

Our doctor had been delivering a baby during our last appointment, so an assistant had taken Narkissa’s stats and done the ultrasound. Then the doctor called after she’d looked everything over.

“Holy cow. That phone call makes so much more sense now…” Narkissa said.

I thought back, and she had a point. We’d been a little confused with some of the doctor’s questions and answers. In hindsight, I could now see that she’d been talking about twins.

“I guess she thought you’d want to give us all the results yourself?” Narkissa wondered.

“And I figured she told you at the appointment,” the doctor concluded. “I’m so sorry.”

“Twins,” I rasped, saying something for the first time since she dropped the double bomb on us.

“That’s what she said,” Narkissa giggled. “You okay there, Daddy?”

“Twins.”

Narkissa’s smile fell a little, and her brow puckered. “Are you okay? Does this upset you?”

Fuck. I hadn’t meant to make her think I was unhappy about the news, especially when I was the complete opposite. “I’m…” I jumped up and strutted to the door, flinging it open before putting my hands in the air. “We’re having twins!” I shouted with a giant smile. Then I shut the door and went to the window, yanking it open and shouting the news again. After I closed it, I swaggered back to Narkissa and perched on the table beside her on one hip, still grinning like a loon.

She was beaming at me, but her smile was a little sly. “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, patting my chest—which I had to admit was a little puffed up.

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