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I stared at him, snuggled down, eyes closed against the light of the room. “That’s it? Nothing else to say?”
He didn’t bother to open his eyes. “Of course I’ll move in with you, you big dork.”
I snorted, turning out the light as I slid in next to him, moving my arms as he rolled into me, and surrounded me with his long limbs, little belly pressed into mine. I nuzzled my chin into his curls. “Your warmth is overwhelming.”
“I’m so in love with your kitchen, how could I say no?” I could feel his smile against my skin.
“I’m sure you and my kitchen will be very happy, Sass Ass.”
“Exceedingly so.” I drifted off to sleep, my omega in my arms, happier than I ever thought possible.
Hours later, Quinn’s rustling around woke me from a sound sleep. He was moving across the bed, away from me, muttering to himself.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, voice husky with sleep.
“I think I peed the bed.” He sounded annoyed with himself, and a little embarrassed. “I must have been sleeping hard and didn’t wake up. They need to put all these things in the what to expect when you’re expecting books. If I’m going to pee myself, I’d like to be warned at the very least.”
I reached an arm out and flipped on the light, sliding out of bed. “I’ll get some clean sheets.”
He huffed. “Grab a diaper while you’re at it.”
I chuckled and scratched at my chest, stopping dead in my tracks at Quinn’s harsh inhalation of air. There was a hint of fear in it, and I could smell it rolling off him. Something was wrong.
His face was ashen, and he was staring at the bed in shock. Eyes wide, frozen to the spot he was standing on beside the bed. My eyes followed his, and I sucked in a sharp breath. The white sheets were covered in bright red blood. What looked like a lot of it, to my untrained eyes.
“Stay calm,” I told him in the lowest, quietest voice I could manage. “It’s okay.”
He looked down at himself, and I saw the blood streaked down his thighs. He started shaking, his hands wobbling, and I caught him before he could fall.
“Look at me,” I demanded. He did, though I had to urge him a second time, before he complied. “We are going to the hospital, and we are going to stay calm.”
I felt a massive freak out building just under the surface of my skin, but I ignored it. My omega did not need me losing it, when I could feel his emotions washing over me in fearful waves. He was well on his way to freaking out enough for both of us.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lachlan
“Is this my fault?” I asked, not taking my eyes off the blipping, blinking monitors, or the hospital bed where Quinn lay resting.
“Of course not,” Finn assured me.
“We had sex.”
Finn grunted. “Sex didn’t cause this. It’s just something that happens sometimes.”
“We had rough sex.”
I couldn’t look at Finn, and not just because I was unwilling to take my eyes off Quinn. Quinn and our pups. Their heartbeats filled the room. Even though the sound had been muted in the room, I could still hear it. Both of them, the fast fluttering of the twins, the most beautiful sound.
Finn sighed noisily. “Lachlan, this isn’t your fault, and sex – rough or not – didn’t cause this. And ew, thanks for that visual.” He rubbed his eyes tiredly. I couldn’t begin to imagine how long he’d been awake, before my frantic call to him telling him we were on our way to the hospital. “That being said, you can’t have sex, now or in the near future. Not until Baby B calms himself down and stops trying to escape.”
Finn had explained that the placenta of one of the twins was trying to detach from the uterus. It’s what had caused so much blood. In reality, it was a tiny tear, which, given proper care, rest, and monitoring, should heal itself. It looked much worse than it was, but we weren’t out of the woods.
“Our twins aren’t identical, are they?” I asked, realizing the thought had never dawned on me before, even when we’d had the first ultrasound and I’d seen two distinct amniotic sacs.
Finn looked up from the notes he was writing in Quinn’s chart. “Your twins are in separate amniotic sacs, so we would consider them fraternal. Identical twins occur when a single egg splits into two. Or four in our parents’ case. In this case, two separate eggs were fertilized.”
I couldn’t help the little zing of glee that went through me. I’d done that. My super sperm. Finn glanced over and caught the spark in my eyes.
