Page 95 of The Baby Twist
Jenna
At my eight-week checkup, I told Doctor Lewis I wanted an ultrasound because I couldn’t wait to find out if we were having one baby or two. The anxiety was killing not only me but Lucas as well.
“Okay. Are you ready?” Dr. Lewis asked.
Lucas grabbed my hand and held it tight as we stared at the monitor.
“There’s the baby’s heartbeat. It’s nice and strong.”
“There’s only one heartbeat, right?” Lucas asked.
“Yes. There’s only one baby in Jenna’s belly.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. “There isn’t another one hiding anywhere?”
“Mr. Thorne, I promise you there’s only one baby here.” She smirked.
We both let out a sigh of relief.
“I don’t mean to pry, but how did this happen? Didn’t you have a vasectomy?” Dr. Lewis asked him.
“Apparently, the tubes reconnected,” I said. “And he didn’t bother to get his semen checked after the procedure.”
“Okay. That explains it. Since you already had a c-section for the twins, we can do a c-section for this baby, and I can tie your tubes if you want. I can promise you no more babies will be in your future.” She smiled.
“Thank you, Dr. Lewis. I was going to talk to you about that.”
Eight Months Later
Lucas
At thirty-eight weeks, our son, Sebastian Lucas Thorne, was born and weighed in at exactly eight pounds. I never thought in a million years I’d be back in this hospital holding my fourth child.
“He’s beautiful.” I smiled as I leaned over and kissed Jenna.
“He certainly is. I love you, Lucas.”
“I love you too, babe.” My lips brushed against hers.
Nine Months Later
Before I even approached thedoor to the house, I could hear the screaming and crying. I stood there momentarily, holding my briefcase, and took a long deep breath before stepping inside.
“What’s going on in here?” I shouted over all the noise.
“Baby drama!” Jenna shouted back. “Welcome home, babe. Grab a kid or two and help me out here.”
The corners of my mouth curved upward as I brushed my lips against hers. This was my life and my family, and as chaotic as it was at times, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Epilogue
I wrappedmy arms around Jenna as she stood at the kitchen sink and pressed my lips against her bare shoulder.
“Good morning.” She smiled as she turned around in my arms.
“Good morning. I don’t like waking up and you’re not in bed.” I brushed my lips against hers.
“I wanted to get the muffins in the oven before you woke up.”
