Page 93 of The Baby Twist
“I’ll take Scarlett upstairs and calm her down while you calm down the twins, and hopefully, peace in this house will soon be restored.”
Jenna let out a laugh. “In about eighteen years or so.”
Jenna
I had come down with the flu the day after the twin’s first birthday party. At first, I thought it was food poisoning, but everyone else was fine. My life had been incredibly busy over thelast couple of months between the kids, planning the twin’s first birthday party, and putting together a surprise party for Lucas. I was nauseous and extremely fatigued.
“Jenna, you’ve been feeling like this for a week,” Maria said as she made me some chicken soup. “Is there a possibility you could be pregnant again?”
I let out a laugh. “God, no. Lucas had a vasectomy when I was pregnant with the twins. We made sure we weren’t having any more children.”
“Sometimes they fail. I had a cousin who got pregnant five years after her husband had one.”
“Was she sure it was her husband’s?” I smirked.
“Well, it did cause some family drama at first, and he truly believed his wife had cheated on him. After the baby was born, a paternity test was done, and he was the father.”
I swallow hard as I set down my spoon.
“But if you had your period last month, all is good. I’m sure it’s some nasty virus, and it’ll be gone soon.”
I was so busy last month that I couldn’t remember if I had a period. I hadn’t even been keeping track since Lucas had the vasectomy.
“Jenna, are you okay?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know, Maria. Thanks for the soup. I’m going to lie down for a while.”
As I lay there, I thought about how there was no way I could be pregnant again. No possible way. There was only one way to find out. I ran to the store and picked up a test. It was so silly that I was even doing this. I had a virus. Or maybe something else was going on. Pregnant? No. Impossible.
I went into the bathroom, peed on the stick, and waited. I laughed at myself for even thinking it. Once the test showed I wasn’t pregnant, I’d call my general doctor and get in for a checkup and some tests. The timer on my phone went off, so Ipicked up the stick and stared at the two pink lines staring back at me. My heart started racing, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Splashing some cold water on my face, I leaned over the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. How the hell was I going to tell my husband, who had a vasectomy, that I was pregnant again?
We need to talk,”I said as I grabbed his hand the minute he walked through the door and led him upstairs.
“Okay. Can I put my briefcase down first?”
“No!”
“Jenna, what is going on?” he asked as I closed the bedroom door.
“I have a question for you, Lucas.”
“Okay?”
“After your vasectomy, did you ever get your semen checked? Remember you had the appointment scheduled for eight weeks later?”
“Um. You know. I believe I had to reschedule that appointment due to an emergency meeting. And I may have forgotten. Why?”
“Why?” I cocked my head at him. “I’ll tell you why.”
I stormed into the bathroom, grabbed the stick, and threw it at him.
“What the fuck, babe?” He furrowed his brows at me. “What is this?”
“What does it look like?”
He stared at the stick for a moment, and I could see the color drain from his face.
“I don’t have the flu, Lucas. I’m fucking pregnant!” I shouted.
