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“Multiples?” She stares at me blankly.

I shrug my good shoulder. “Twins?” My brother is going to have a fit when he hears this.

Her mouth falls to a perfect “O”.

“Char, what did I tell you I’m going to do when you make that face?” My cock twitches, making my vision star briefly before I sit in the driver’s seat.

The idea that me getting a hard on while driving could cause me to pass out makes me chuckle, and struggle to get my mind out of the gutter until we get home.

“I’m just…I don’t know. Wow.” Her fingers tuck beneath the sling on my arm and my ribs.

My mind races. “Looks like I better plan on a bigger expansion on the house.”

She giggles wildly, then stares at me wide eyed. “Holy shit today has been a roller coaster.”

Chapter 39

The ultrasound gel isfreezing when the tech inserts the probe.

It takes her a moment to adjust the wand. The rigid length makes me uncomfortable, but it’s outweighed by the nervous excitement boiling in my belly.

We haven’t told anyone besides Blue that I’m pregnant yet.

Dixon insisted we come down here right away. After the stress of being shot in the head, he wanted to make sure everything was okay.

I guess it’s handy having a doctor as my man. He was able to get me in exactly when he asked.

I just wish he’d wear his sling. Except since he’s holding Paisley in his good arm, he reaches down to squeeze my hand with his injured one.

He wouldn’t be able to do that if he was wearing it.

“Here we go.” The woman readjusts until the black and white images swell onto the screen.

Tiny pulses move in and out of focus.

Dixon’s grip on my fingers tightens as he watches.

Did he see something wrong?

When I find his face, a broad grin stretches his mustache before his amber eyes meet mine. “They’re perfect,” he whispers.

“There’s two heartbeats, Charlotte. Here’s baby a, and baby b.” She points at the tiny blobs with a smile.

“Paisley, can you see that? You’re going to be a big sister.” Tears trickle down my cheeks. “Do you want a baby boy or girl?” I’m not even sure she understands the implications.

“A baby chicken,” Paisley giggles, kicking her toes against Dixon’s side.

He chuckles and hefts her higher. “There might be questions if your mommy starts laying eggs.”

Well, there’s often a cock in there…

I bite back the urge to verbalize it, but can’t hide the heat that works up my neck.

Dixon’s jaw ticks when he sees me.

I bet he knows what I’m thinking.

The tech snaps a few screenshots and prints the pictures for us before removing the device.

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