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Two children. Our family of three just grew to our family of four.

“Chase…” Gillian whispers, her voice catching. Within two strides I’m at her side, I’ve got her in my arms as she cries into my chest. Sobs rather. Loudly.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay. We’re okay. The babies are…fuck me, the babies are…” I look over at Dr. Wong. She’s pushing the machine back to its corner and washing her hands.

Over her shoulder she responds. “Babies are great. Heartbeats are strong, size is perfect for two six week old fetuses. We’ll do a blood panel on mom to make sure, but I don’t think whatever drugs she was exposed to could have done any damage as the embryo’s likely hadn’t even implanted when the initial attack occurred.

The doctor stops in front of us, Gillian still teary, snuffling into my chest. “Here,” she hands us both a snapshot of the two babies, one with a little “A” next to it and “B” next to the other. Our children, A and B. I stifle a laugh; it’s honestly not that funny, but I need to see to my wife, get her out of here so that the two of us can process this.

“Thank you,” Gillian says, awe clearly controlling her emotions as she runs a finger over each blob.

“The nurses up front will set you up on a regular schedule with me. I’ll see you once a month for the next five or so months and then we’ll determine the birthing plan. In the meantime, I suggest you read up on twins, what’s happening to your body, and take your prenatal vitamins. The ladies will give you a packet of information to take home detailing the next steps. And just remember,” she sets a hand on Gillian’s knee. “Women have been having babies for centuries, and twins are not uncommon in my profession. I’m going to take good care of you.”

We both nod. “Thank you Dr. Wong. And for seeing us so quickly.” She nods and leaves the room.

Gillian face plants into my chest again. “What are we going to do?” she says though her words are muffled.

“We’re going to take it one day at a time, Baby.”

“But twins…I’m going to be huge!” she scowls.

“More of you to love…and to fuck.”

That last part got a full chuckle out of her. God she could heal the world’s problems with just her laugh.

“Pervert.”

“With you…always.” I wink then help her get up. She dresses and we get our packet from the front desk, set up a slew of appointments which I request an additional copy of.

“Why do you need a copy?” Her lips come into a thoughtful pout.

I pull her into my side as Jack sees us from within the waiting room. He opens the door and leads us to the SUV.

“I need a copy to give to Dana so she can make sure that I’m available for our appointments.”

Gillian’s eyes widen and her mouth drops open. “You’re going to come to all of them with me?”

I narrow my gaze. “Of course. You’re my wife, these are my children. Does it not involve me?” I’m not sure where she’s going with this line of questioning and frankly I find it off-putting. What kind of man impregnates his wife then leaves her to the wolves to go through it alone?

She clasps her hands in front of her lap. “I guess I just thought men didn’t go to things like that. Phillip hasn’t gone to all of Bree’s appointments.”

“I’m not Phillip.” She frowns, but even the mention of Phillip has me clenching my jaw. She pets the hammering muscle and one of her eyebrows rises along with a smirk of her lips. “Gillian, I plan to be a part of every single moment of your pregnancy, even if it’s just to see Dr. Wong stick a plastic dick-shaped camera up your pussy. My wife,mypussy, I want be there. Is that okay with you?” I ask, my tone making it clear that any answer other than a resounding “yes” willnotdo.

“Baby, you want to trample all over our doctor already?” she laughs. “I’m going to be dealing with a crazy, unreasonable, overprotective daddy-to-be aren’t I?” She sighs and my hackles rise.

I huff. “I don’t think it’s unreasonable to ensure that my wife and my babies are getting the best possible care.”

“That’s a lot of “my’s” since we left the doctor’s office, Chase. You think you can tone it down a little?” her tone is sarcastic and I don’t care for it.

I shake my head. “Absolutely not.” I pull her close with one arm around her back, with the other I manage to check that her safety belt is firmly fastened. She rolls her eyes and makes no bones about ensuring that I see it.

“This is going to be a fun seven and a half months,” she grumbles.

I think about her rounding out with child, her hips becoming insanely soft, her breasts hopefully growing along with her. I grin and imagine how incredibly beautiful she’s going to be. “I can’t wait.” I say out loud, not really meaning to.

“You can’t wait? For our children?”

I look down into her soft features, that light that shines so brightly behind her eyes. “Yes. You’re going to be the best mother and with you by my side, I have an excellent chance of doing okay myself.”

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