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Talia laughed. “Dominik.”
I shook my head, “No, Minx. I need to stock up on shotguns and tools at the garage. Good strong tools that can do damage to little punks who mess with my girls.”
She giggled, “They might be boys.”
The woman smiled, “Or a boy and a girl.”
I sighed.
She helped clean Talia up and printed out a few pictures.
The moment she wheeled the machine out, I looked down at Talia, who was looking at the pictures, “Happy?”
She looked up at me as a tear trailed down her cheek.
I winked, then kissed it away.
Then she snapped, “Really? Twins? Fucking super sperm?”
I busted out laughing at the same time the doctor came in.
He told us she would probably be labeled as high risk due to being twins, her small stature, and my big frame.
I was a ten-pound baby after all.
And she was only six pounds.
Did I go crazy the moment we made it home and cleared away anything that could do her or the babies harm?
Fuck yes, I did.
Did I also go to my Amazon cart and start adding double of everything?
I sure the fuck did.
***
“Do you want to tell anyone?” I asked.
She looked up at me and winked, “Not until we know the genders. Is that okay?”
I nodded, “Fucking perfect.”
And I hoped and prayed that night with Talia curled into my body that it wouldn’t be girls.
‘Cause if they looked like her... I was fucked.
***
When Talia had told me the date that she wanted to get married on, I had been stunned.
So fucking stunned it had been a wonder I could even focus on a single thing in that moment other than showing her how happy her words had made me.
And as I stood there in a pair of dark gray slacks and a pale blue shirt, the same color as her eyes, I stared down at my woman.
My soon-to-be wife.
Chief had agreed to marry us; he had also gotten permission to perform the ceremony in that field of wildflowers.
