Page 53 of Doctor's Surprise Twins

In my head, I couldn’t love them both. It’s only now that I realize I can. A part of me will always love Amelia, but I can’t ignore that I love Ally, too. She walked into my life when I least expected it and got under my skin. I know that no matter what I decide, I’ll always love both of them.

But can I leave the past behind me to give Ally the future she deserves? And if I can, will Amelia understand? Would she give me her blessing?

I’m pulled back to the present when I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around me in waves as she rides out her orgasm. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize she was so close. I double my efforts, making sure she rides those waves as long as possible, and then I slow to a stop without coming. I already finished once, but my body wanted to keep going. Now, I’m afraid I’ve asked too much of my body. I’m exhausted and weak. I can’t remember the last time I ate. I know I’ve probably drunk far too much whiskey.

She doesn’t seem to notice that I don’t come with her. She looks just as weak as I feel. I fall to the bed beside her, and she rolls onto her side. She grabs my wrist and pulls my arm around her, wanting me to hold her the way I do when we sleep. I pull the blankets up over us and nuzzle closer to her. My body is exhausted, and my mind is anything but. It’s still running a million miles a minute. Ally lets out a little sigh that tells me that she’s happy. I freeze in place because I know I have everything to feel that way too, but something is holding me back. I know what it is too. No matter how much I want to leave the past and move on, I can’t because I promised Amelia everything. I can’t walk away from her, away from our past, and away from our plans until I know if I have her blessing. But how does one get a blessing from a dead person? I need a sign.

My eyes close, and I imagine meeting her in the darkness. I’ve done this so many times over the years. It was my way of still being able to see her and talk to her. This is our meeting place, a plane of existence between heaven and earth that I created just for us.

She materializes out of nowhere, a light that slowly forms and turns into her. She looks just as beautiful as I remember.Her dark hair is long, just like it was when we met — unlike how it was when she passed. She had a pixie cut then, convinced it would be easier to care for as a busy mother. Her ivory skin is full of life, and her cheeks are pink and warm, rather than hollow and pale. The dark circles that were beneath her eyes are gone, and her lips are plump and soft. Here in the place I created for us, she’s healthy and happy.

Even though I created this world, it’s not a logical one. We don’t speak with our mouths. We don’t say words. We simply share a wavelength. She can read my thoughts, and I can hear her voice in my head.

“I know why you’re here, Ethan, and you should know that you already have everything you need.”

“I do?” I ask, narrowing my eyes on her.

She just gives me a small smile as she dips her head forward in a nod. “Remember,” I hear in her whispered voice. She steps forward and she places her fingertips at my temple. That’s when I’m taken back.

I walk into the house after another long day at the hospital. I’m tired, hungry, and ready to relax. “Honey, I’m home,” I call out as I hang up my jacket. The smell of my favorite dinner makes its way toward my nose, and my mouth waters.

“In the nursery,” she calls out.

I walk down the hall and stop at the nursery, leaning against the doorframe. The crib, dresser, changing table and rocking chair are there, but we don’t know the sex of the baby, so there are no defining features.

“What are you doing in here?”

She has her back to me as she messes with something inside the crib. “I have a gift for you.”

I smirk. “Yeah?”

She turns now, holding out a pale yellow gift bag.

I take it. “What’s this?”

“Just open it.”

I reach inside the bag and pull out a velvet box. It’s not small enough for a ring; it’s more the size for a necklace. Confused, I place the bag on the dresser and open the box, finding a pink tie inside. I laugh as I remove it. It’s soft and silky. “This is great, thank you.”

She smiles and nods. “I thought maybe you could wear it tomorrow to the charity event the hospital is hosting?”

“Oh, good idea. And the pink would fit in perfectly since it’s breast cancer awareness month.” I hold the tie to my chest. “What do you think? Is pink my color?”

She grins and nods. “It’s perfect. You know, girl dads have to get used to all the pink.”

That catches my attention. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you’ll have to get used to having pink everything now that you’re going to be a girl dad.”

My mouth falls open. “The baby is a girl? I’m going to have a daughter?”

She giggles and nods. “Are you happy?”

I throw my tie over my shoulder and pull her against me. “Very much,” I reply, looking into her blue eyes. I cherish this moment before leaning in for a kiss.

Instead of meeting me in the middle, she places her index finger against my lips like she’s telling me to be quiet. “I’ve also picked out her name, so I hope you’re okay with it.”

Now, my mouth falls open. “I thought we agreed to do that together?”

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