Page 95 of A Moment for Us
Oliver nods. “What he said.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You do that, and while you think, let’s discuss our big brother and his girlfriend,” Ollie tacks on, and I know this conversation is going to become an interrogation, but I’m ready for it. I’ll deal with it all because, at the end, I get to go home to Delia.
* * *
Dr. Willbanks enters, his hair pushed to the side, looking like he just walked out of a damn cologne ad. What the hell is with this guy? Shouldn’t doctors be old and ugly? Also, why is he here again?
Delia shifts a little, and I grumble under my breath.
“Hello, Delia and Josh. It’s good to see you again. Dr. Locke is at the hospital for a delivery, so you get me again today. Hope that’s all right.”
“No worries. It’s great to see you too,” Delia says. Since I don’t feel the same, I just grunt. Which earns me a nasty look from Delia.
“How are you feeling?”
She rests her hands on her stomach. “Good. You were right, the second trimester is much better. I have more energy, and I haven’t had any more morning sickness.”
“Wonderful. Have you felt the babies move at all?”
I look to her, wondering if she has because she hasn’t said anything to me about it. She shrugs. “I don’t know what I feel. Jessica says it’s the babies, but then . . . wouldn’t I know? Like, a mother would know it’s the baby moving and not bubble guts.”
He smiles warmly, flashing his perfect white teeth. “A lot of women don’t think it’s movement, but if you feel something like soda bubbles, that’s probably the babies. You’re at eighteen weeks now, so it’s safe to say you’ll start to feel stronger shifts sometime soon.”
She looks to me, her eyes filled with hope, and my chest aches. God, she’s so damn perfect. “It’ll happen,” I assure her.
Delia nods quickly. “So, today we get to see them and find out the sex, right?”
Dr. Willbanks nods. “Yes, we’re going to check on the twins, see how they’re growing, and then, if they cooperate, I’ll check to see if we can find out their sexes.”
“You both cooperate!” she says to her stomach.
Someone knocks on the door and a girl enters. The doctor explains that Sara is the ultrasound tech and he’s here to narrate and observe. Great.
“Do you want to see the screen?” he asks me. “If so, go ahead and stand up there.”
I move to the spot he pointed to before taking her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips. “You ready?”
“So much. Then we can go register again.”
I laugh. “We have a lot of things we need to remove when we go back.”
Her eyes fill with joy. “We do?”
“Yes, baby, we do.”
Like the two sets of everything. We can have one set and see where our relationship goes. While I may not be ready for marriage, I know I want to be with her. I want to wake up with her beside me, and I want to be able to raise our children together. If things change, then we’ll handle it. I’m taking this one step at a time.
The technician spreads some gooey stuff on Delia’s stomach, and then smiles. “All right, here we go.”
Once again, the sounds of the heartbeats fill the room. Delia’s hand tightens in mine, and we watch each other as the moment hits us again. These are our children.
“Josh . . .”
“I know.”
Tears fill her eyes, and she wipes them away. “I hope that never gets old.”
