Page 90 of Ride Me Reckless
The door opened, and the doctor walked in, already smiling. “Heard the good news.”
We nodded like kids caught sneaking candy.
“Everything looks healthy, but twin pregnancies come with more strain,” he said. “You’ll need to pace yourself, eat a little more, rest a lot more.”
I gave a breathless laugh. “Does chasing after my mom count as cardio?”
He shook his head. “This is not the time for cardio. I suggest you get domestic help. I know that shouldn’t be a problem for Mr. Bennett.” Dr. Jensen smiled. “Now, have some fun. Go shopping, plan your nursery. Just don’t overdo it.” He patted Colt on the back. “See you in a month.”
And just like that, he closed the door behind him. Giving us some time to process the news.
Colt stood when I sat up, gently helping me off the table and grabbing a towel to wipe the gel from my belly.
“Twins,” I whispered. “That’s… a lot of diapers.”
“That’s a lot of love,” Colt said, looking at me like I was the only person in the universe who’d ever done something this brave.
And for the first time, I believed it too.
The ride back to the double-wide felt like floating.
Colt kept glancing over at me like I might vanish, one hand resting protectively on my thigh the whole drive. Neither of us said much. We were still processing it all—the two fluttering heartbeats, the weight of responsibility, the sudden doubling of everything we thought we knew about the future.
By the time we pulled into the driveway, the sun was high in the sky. The house looked the same, but everything inside me felt different—bigger, heavier, and brighter.
We stepped onto the porch, Colt opening the screen door for me like always, but this time he paused and murmured, “Let’s tell them together.”
I pushed open the front door and stepped inside, the cool air greeting me like a sigh of relief after the drive.
Callie sat curled up on the loveseat, a throw blanket tossed over her lap and a rerun of some baking show playing quietly on the TV. Across from her, Mama was dozing with her chin tipped slightly forward, her Bible still open in her lap. A small, soft snore drifted from her as the scent of lemon muffins and coffee lingered in the room.
Colt followed me in, carrying the manila envelope with the ultrasound prints like it held the Holy Grail.
“Hey,” Callie whispered, turning the volume down. “How’d it go?”
I exchanged a quick glance with Colt before crossing the room and pulling up a chair beside her. He handed me the envelope, and I passed it over with a smile that felt too wide for my face.
She pulled out the photo, stared for a second, and then squinted. “Wait a minute?—”
“There’s two,” I said, barely holding in a laugh.
Callie blinked. “Like... two arms? Or?—”
“Two babies,” Colt said, grinning from where he leaned against the kitchen counter. “We’re having twins.”
Callie let out a shriek that startled Mama for a second, but she just snuggled deeper into her blanket with a smile. Callie bounced on the loveseat like a teenager, hugging the photo to her chest.
“Double the baby smell. Double the tiny cowboy boots,” she said, shaking her head. “Y’all. That’s wild.”
“We’re still a little stunned,” I admitted. “But it’s starting to sink in.”
Callie’s smile softened, her excitement settling into something quieter. Wiser. “Which is why I need to say something. And I’m not trying to ruin the moment, I promise.”
Colt raised a brow. “That sounds like a setup.”
She gave him a playful look, then turned her attention to me. “You two have done something beautiful here. You came back from heartbreak, from fire—literally—and you’ve built a foundation again. But now… it’s time to finish the job.”
I frowned. “You mean?—”
