Page 11 of Crazy for the Mountain Man

My stomach heaved and the vomiting continued.

The night wasn’t much easier and by morning, I was convinced I had the stomach bug. Thankfully, Rhodes took care of our son while I prayed to the toilet all night. But he insisted I see a doctor.

“It’s fine, babe. It’s probably a bug I caught at work the other day.” I had started back at work a couple of days ago after an eight-week maternity leave, much to my dismay. I loved my job, but I wanted to be at home with my baby. Rhodes told me to quit if that’s what I wanted. He made plenty of money to support our family. But I couldn’t let my career I worked so hard for slip away so easily.

“Can we please just get an okay from the doctor? It’ll make me feel a lot better.”

I knew he wasn’t going to stop asking until I agreed.

When we sat in the doctor’s office a couple of hours later, the doctor said he’d be back soon after running some tests.

What he found out was something neither one of us thought he’d say.

I was pregnant.

We were going to have Irish twins.

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