Page 56 of The Alpha's Sin
She shakes her head.
“Not twins. This second pregnancy is younger than the first. See how much smaller the second baby is? The first conception happened weeks before the second. It’s rare, but not unheard of—your body ovulated again during Second Heat and Logan’s pup implanted successfully.”
My stomach turns over.
“But doesn’t that mean one will come too early? That I’ll lose one?”
Dr. Elizabeth pats my hand gently.
“Don’t worry. Were physiology is unique. Your body will balance both pregnancies. Each baby has its own placenta, its own support system, even while they share the same womb. And thanks to special hormones your body is producing, the younger baby will grow more rapidly to catch up.”
I try to breathe through the shock as Logan squeezes my hand.
“Can you tell the sex?” he asks. His voice is low, strained.
“The older one is definitely female,” Dr. Elizabeth says, smiling. “Your first baby is a girl. The younger… I suspect male, and most likely an Alpha. He’s already strong and already measuring larger than average for his gestational age.”
Logan’s breath catches.
“A son? I’m going to have a son?”
I glance up at him nervously.
“Are you… upset?”
He shakes his head hard and his eyes are suspiciously bright.
“No, baby—not upset. Just stunned. Sheila—my mate who passed—she couldn’t have children. We were about to start the adoption process when…when she got sick.” His voice catches.
Dr. Elizabeth smiles gently.
“You’re also having a daughter, remember?”
Logan nods, his face filling with wonder and joy.
“I know. And I’ll love them both.” His eyes shine, and for the first time I think my big, tough Alpha is about to cry.
Emotion wells in my chest.
“So you’re sure you’re not upset about having two instead of one?”
He laughs, husky and raw, and gets up to hug me tight.
“Upset? Sweetheart, are you kidding me? A son and a daughter—we’re going to have both! I never thought this was possible.”
Dr. Elizabeth chuckles.
“Careful, Logan—you’re going to get ultrasound gel all over your shirt. Let me wipe her down first.”
“I don’t care,” he mutters, kissing my cheek and stroking my hair. He looks into my eyes. “You’ve made me so damn happy, kitten.”
I can’t stop the tears that slip free. I cling to him, overwhelmed, feeling safe in his arms.
Dr. Elizabeth wipes me clean, then says briskly, “Both babies look normal and healthy. We’ll keep checking growth, but by the end of the second trimester, I expect your son will have caught up to his big sister.”
My face flames as I clear my throat.
“Er… Dr. Elizabeth, does this mean we have to stop, you know… being together? I mean, if we don’t want a third baby in there?”
