Page 78 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

Still feeling like I’m in a trance, I make my way inside, heading straight for the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of cold water, worried that my head might combust if I don’t find a way to cool it down soon. But even the water does nothing to make me feel better. My mind seems to be on fire, a million different thoughts zooming past so fast that I can barely hold on to a single one.

I don’t understand how any of this even possible. I mean, I wasn’t dreaming. I sat there in that chair as Dr. Saint explainedto me in detail how I would never be able to get pregnant. My body had failed at the one thing it was designed specifically to do—the one thing I wanted more than anything else in this world.

I was there as she told me that my dream was no longer possible. It wasn’t just my imagination. I heard it and I felt it, and was torn to bits by it.

Those times with Cole, the thought of using protection hadn’t even once crossed my mind. Maybe I should’ve been more cautious, given his reputation, but I was too far gone. Also, deep down, I trusted him completely; plus, it wasn’t as if getting pregnant was even a possibility anyway. I mean, I had just told him that I would never be able to get pregnant.

Now I’m pregnant. With twins!

I look up, studying the intricate patterns of my ceiling. For the first time in my life, I find myself hoping to see a glimpse of whatever invisible force made this possible. Whatever, whoever gave me these little, beautiful miracles. I sit there, hoping to see God himself in my kitchen.

“Thank you,” I whisper, not even sure exactly who I’m talking to. God, the universe, whatever made this possible. It’s a miracle.

As I had tried to explain to Dr. Gerald what the last doctor had told me, he just kept glancing back to the results of the ultrasound he held in his hands. “I believe what you’re telling me about what the other doctor told you, but I’m looking at the results of your ultrasound right now, and I can tell you with complete certainty that you’re not only pregnant, you’re pregnant with twins.”

I didn’t think It could be possible for me to be any more shocked after finding out that I was pregnant, but finding out I was pregnant with twins did it.

“From what I can see at this early stage, everything seems to be fine. Other than the age factor which can complicate thingsa bit more in pregnancy, you and both babies look perfectly healthy,” he says to me.

“But how? I—I don’t understand. Does this happen a lot?” I ask, eyes wide as saucers.

“I’ve been a doctor for thirty-four years, and I’ve never seen something like this happen before. You can think of it as your own little miracle,” he smiles at me.

I sit at my table with a teary smile on my face. My heart feels so full it might explode. Full of hope and possibility, yet at the same time, fear. I can’t afford for anything to go wrong. These babies in my womb are a gift. I’m not sure what I did to deserve it, but I’m so grateful they’re mine.

Well, mine and Cole’s.

Cole. Oh, God.

How is he going to take this news? My heart sinks as a memory of that night flashes past my mind’s eye. The things he told me about his ex-fiancée. She was going to let him raise another man’s child. If he hadn’t caught her when he did, she would’ve let him go on believing the child was his. I saw the look in his eyes as he said the words to me. Words that stemmed from a past which had left him traumatized. His trust in women was wrecked. He’d told me as much.

Now here I am, pregnant with his baby after just telling him that I was unable to conceive.

What would that look like to him? Would he believe me? Or would it just confirm to him that he was right all along to not trust women?

My stomach turns. What if he thinks that I planned this the entire time, and that everything I did was a carefully orchestrated plan to get him to open himself up to me so I could take advantage of him?

That I was no better than her.

I feel sick at the thought.

But he has to know me better than that, right? After all we’ve experienced together, he must know I am not that type of person. Right?

I don’t know.

All I know is that right now, the most important things to me are these babies, and making sure I’m doing everything possible to have a safe and healthy pregnancy.

“Oh my God. I’m pregnant. I’m going to have a baby. Babies!” I squeal, jumping up and clapping my hands with joy.

Sue and I are both going to have babies.

“Oh my God, Sue!”

Reaching for my bag, I dig out my phone, instantly dialing her number.

I can’t wait to tell her we’re having babies together!

Chapter 33

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