Page 112 of Knot My Only Fan

I stand back, watching them, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me.

Grace looks up at me, her eyes searching mine. “Thank you,” she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

I nod, unable to form words around the lump in my throat.

“Grace Foster,” a lady wearing medical scrubs says as she stands at the double doors.

My heart races. Knowing we are soon going to see the new life Grace is bringing into this world. A baby that will bind our pack in a way that months ago I would never have expected.

The lady leads us to the room, where the sonographer has Grace lay on a bed as Lucas and I take a seat on the opposite side of our omega.

“This will be cold.” The sonographer uncovers Grace’s stomach, applies a layer of gel on her abdomen, and starts to move the ultrasound wand over Grace’s belly.

Lucas and I anxiously lean in to watch the screen. A hushed silence fills the room as we wait for the first glimpse of the new life growing inside our pack omega.

The monitor flickers to life, displaying fuzzy black and white images that slowly sharpen into focus.

“There.” The sonographer points, tracing a small shape on the screen. “That’s your baby, and...”

Grace’s breath catches, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip mine tightly. I squeeze back, a surge of protectiveness welling up inside me.

Lucas gently covers our intertwined hands with his own, and Grace lets out a surprised gasp.

“Let’s listen,” the sonographer says. A second later, the sound of a beating heart thrums. The room fills with the sound of that precious rhythm, like it’s the only sound I want to hear.

Tears well up in my eyes as we watch the tiny heartbeat pulsing on the screen, and then another.

“There’s the other one, hiding.”

“I’m having twins?” Grace whimpers. Her watery gaze meets mine, a soft smile plays on her lips amid the tears. She turns and gives the same look to Lucas. AT the same moment, I feel hope bursting through our shared bond.

She wants him.

She wants us.

She wants this pack.

“What are the chances of the twins having separate dads?” Grace asks as longing bursts through the bond.

“A very good chance.” The sonographer smiles. “You have two separate eggs.”

“So they won’t be identical?”

“Heteropaternal superfecundation is when two eggs are fertilized by two separate sperm cells. And we know in omegas this is not unusual. Unfortunately, it’s a bit early to know if this is the case with your babies. We do know there are two eggs, but everything else we’ll know further down the line if you want to take a test.”

“But there is a chance,” I ask.

“Absolutely. Because omegas have packs.” She glances between me and Lucas. “Like I mentioned, the chances of heteropaternal superfecundation are higher among omegas than any other designation.”

“And they both look good… healthy?” Grace checks.

“Everything looks exactly as it should with twins.”

“And sex?”

“You can have sexual intercourse. It won’t harm the babies.”

I laugh as Grace’s face reddens. She coughs. “I mean the babies. Can you tell this early what sex they are?”

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