Page 168 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

“Riley Brooks?” a nurse called, stepping into the waiting room.

We all stood at once.

She blinked at the wall of broad, beard-stubbled men rising in sync. “Uh, you all want to come in?”

Garrett nodded. “We’re with her.”

The nurse blinked again, then smiled. “Okay, then. Come on back.”

The room was dim and cold, a machine humming quietly beside the padded table. The nurse had me lie back and roll up my sweater, the cold jelly hitting my skin with a jolt.

Garrett took the seat closest to me, his hand finding mine again. Beckett stood on the other side of the machine, arms crossed, lips pressed tight.

Asher paced behind them both, trying and failing to act casual.

The monitor lit up. Fuzzy grayscale, swirling movement.

“There we go,” the tech said, smiling. “That right there is Baby A. Strong heartbeat, right on schedule.”

The sound filled the room: a rapid, rhythmic flutter. Like wings.

Garrett’s grip tightened slightly. Beckett exhaled, a low breath through his nose. Asher froze in place, every trace of cockiness gone from his face.

“That’s…” I began, voice thick. “That’s our baby.”

“Yep,” the nurse said with a grin. “Now, give me a second.”

She moved the wand, adjusting the angle. I frowned.

Then she tilted the probe again, and something shifted on the screen.

Another shape. Another flutter. A second heartbeat, clear and strong.

“Wait,” I whispered. “Is that?—?”

The nurse smiled, clearly used to this exact moment. “Andthatis Baby B.”

The room went completely still.

Then chaos.

Asher: “I’m sorry,what?”

Garrett: “Twins?”

Beckett didn’t speak. He stared at the screen like he was trying to solve a puzzle he hadn’t known he was working on.

I blinked up at the monitor, heart racing. “I… twins? Like… two?”

The nurse chuckled. “Two. Fraternal, judging by the spacing. Congratulations, you’re having twins.”

Garrett was the first to recover. He straightened, dragging a hand down his face before leaning down and kissing my forehead. “Okay. Alright. We can do this.”

We.

Dang, that word never felt more comforting.

Beckett finally moved, stepping closer to the screen. “They’re both okay?”

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