Page 85 of Liberate Us

(Amber)

“I’mnervous.” I wasn’t exactly sure why. I hadn’t been nervous. Not once. Not untilwe arrived at the doctor’s office and were now waiting for him to do anultrasound and whatever else it was he had to do.

“You’re healthy and I’m sure the baby is healthy too.” Sammysqueezed my hands resting on my lap. “But whatever happens, I’m here. No matterwhat.”

“God.” I cupped his face, giving him a soft peck on the lips.“Who are you and what have you done with the asshole I fell in love with?”

He chuckled, the sound delicious but dangerous. “Careful. He’sstill there.” He cupped the back of my head and gave my bottom lip a gentlebite. “He’s just being nice until you give birth to his baby. Then all bets areoff, Little Red.”

I shivered. “Sounds exciting.”

He shook his head, his laugh deepening.

Before we could continue this inappropriate flirting that Ienjoyed immensely, the doctor took that moment to enter the room.

“Amber Bishop?” The older man dressed in white, greeted us witha wide smile.

“Yes, I’m her.” I smiled back, liking him already.

“And you’re the father?” he asked Sam.

“Yes, Sir.” He stuck his hand out. “Sammy.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Shaw,” he said, returning thehandshake. He pulled the ultrasound machine up beside the bed I was lying onand sat on a stool. “Now, usually I would have the tech doing this but we’re alittle short-staffed today. So, you get my friendly face instead.”

I laughed. “Works for me.”

“Thank fuck he’s old,” Sammy muttered.

“What was that?” the doctor asked, raising a gray eyebrow.

“Nothing.” I rolled my eyes and laid back on the bed. “Ignorehim. He’s not a morning person.”

“I take it you wouldn’t want a young doctor doing this, then?”The doctor lifted my shirt to just under my breasts. “Am I right?”

“You’re right,” Sammy told him.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want that either.” Dr. Shaw winked.

“I like him,” Sammy told me.

“Good because he’s going to be the one between my legs whenthese babies are ready to be born.” As soon as I said it, I realized my slip.

“Babies?” Dr. Shaw stared at me.

“I’m a twin,” Sammy explained. “So, we thought it could bepossible. Especially since she’s showing already.”

“But if I did the math right, I should only be about threemonths. I think.” I realized something then. “Oh god.”

“What?” Sammy closed his hand around mine. “What is it?”

“I don’t think I’ve had my period since you and I startedsleeping together.” We used condoms in the beginning, and I was on birthcontrol. Clearly neither of those things worked where Sammy’s boys were concerned.

“Let’s take a look.” Dr. Shaw squeezed some jelly on my stomachbefore pressing the wand against my belly. “Well…” He turned the screen towardus. “It looks like you’re right. There’s baby one.” He pointed at the black andwhite image. “And baby two. Did you want to hear the heartbeats?”

“Yes.” Sammy brought my hand up to his mouth, kissing myknuckles. “Please.”

Twins.

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