Page 88 of The Baby Twist
I had made a full recovery, and I was back in action. I really had no right to complain after what Jenna went through and will be going through with the twins, but damn, did it hurt. Yesterday was moving day, and we couldn’t wait to be fully settled in our new home. We had hired Jimmy and Wes to repaint Scarlett’s and the twin’s rooms. We kept Scarlett’s room the same color as in the penthouse, and we painted the twin’s room a light gray with all-white furniture. One crib was decorated with pink bedding, and the other was decorated with blue. We wanted to make sure we were prepared early, just in case.
Scarlett was up the entire night. Even when we brought her to bed with us, she wouldn’t sleep. Jenna said it was because her mind was too stimulated by the move. As I said, I loved having a daughter who was a genius, but it sure as hell was utterly exhausting at times. She wouldn’t let us put her down and wanted nothing to do with her toys.
Jenna was upstairs trying to organize things while I walked around the house with Scarlett as she continued to cry.
“Maybe this was a bad idea. The penthouse hasn’t sold yet. Let’s just move back there,” I said.
Jenna thought that was hysterical, and she couldn’t stop laughing.
“What is wrong with you? She’ll get used to it. Here, let me take her.”
She took Scarlett over to the piano and set her on her lap. Jenna started to play a classical piece, and immediately, Scarlett stopped crying.
“You are amazing,” I said as I sat on the bench beside her.
“Thanks. My parents forced me to start playing when I turned two. But I didn’t mind. I liked it.”
“Scarlett seems to like it too.”
“I have an idea. Go get her booster seat. It’s in the closet off the kitchen.”
I got up, went to the closet, grabbed her seat, and set it next to Jenna. She set Scarlett in the seat, buckled her in, and got up from the bench, pushing it closer so Scarlett could reach the keys. She started hitting them with her tiny hands and laughed.
“Phew.” I sighed as I hooked my arm around Jenna and placed my hand on her large belly. “The babies seem very active today.” I smiled at her.
“Tell me about it. They’ve been kicking all morning.
Six Weeks Later
Jenna
“Well, Jenna. I’m sorry to say that Baby A has turned herself back around the wrong way. You’re going to need a c-section.”
“I guess she’s a stubborn little girl like her mother.” Lucas smirked, and I smacked his chest.
“It happens all the time. I’ll schedule your c-section for next Thursday since you’ll be thirty-seven weeks. So whatever preparations you need to make, make them now. Of course, ifyou happen to go into labor before then, we’ll take the babies then.”
“Next Thursday is Lucas’s birthday, so I think they can wait.” I smiled at Lucas.
As the week went by, I started to get scared. Come tomorrow, I would have twin babies. Lucas wrapped his arm around me as I lay in bed and softly stroked my belly.
“Soon, we’ll become a family of five,” he said softly kissing my shoulder.
“I know. Who would have thought we’d end up like this when we first met?”
“I’m happy you spilled your drink on me at the club,” he said.
“And I’m happy you called me.” I turned on my back.
“You know what makes me happy?” he asked, stroking my cheek.
“What?”
“That the condom broke, and you screwed up your pills.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.
“I’m scared, Lucas. I’m really scared.”
“Scared of what, babe?”
