Page 67 of The Virgin's Baby
“Feel what?” I asked, innocently.
He put his hand on my huge belly. “Your tummy is as hard as a rock.”
I put my hand on it too. “Huh, that’s weird. I don’t feel a thing.”
His blue eyes penetrated mine, and I smiled at him. “We should have the results soon. Then we can go and maybe take a walk. It just might be some weird muscular thingy. I’m huge you know.”
“You’re gorgeous.” He kissed my lips sweetly. “And I love you.”
Once Ransom started using the three words he’d avoided like the plague his entire life, he used them all the time. He told both his grandfather and me that he loved us more than we told him.
My husband has made incredible strides in his character since our wedding day—the same day he’d asked me to marry him. It was something out of a dream. He and I took all my old roomies and his grandad and went to Vegas. He bought them all pretty bridesmaid’s dresses and me a wedding dress. Then he and his best man, his grandfather, rented tuxes, and we all made a great-looking group of people.
My friends had never felt so pampered. Ransom insisted we make a week-long honeymoon vacation out of it. And he made sure no one paid for a thing but him.
It was the best wedding present ever. I didn’t even have to ask him to do a thing; Ransom had come up with it all.
That solid week of together time let me get into the groove of being his wife. Sleeping together was a cinch. Waking up to him was a dream. Bathing together was more than relaxing. Showering together was sinfully sexy.
I knew our marriage would be one for the storybooks. A real-life fairytale. A really racy fairytale, but still a story that spoke of love beating the odds.
When a woman came out to us, we all got ready to hear the worst. “Follow me, please.”
Lucius looked sick. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
We took either side of him, letting him feel our love as we all went to see the doctor. “Things are going to be okay, Grandad,” Ransom told him as he put his arm around his shoulders. “No matter what, we’ve got your back.”
He patted Ransom’s hand. “Thanks. I know you do.”
We all took seats as his doctor read the test results. “Well, Mr. Whitaker you do have a problem here that we need to deal with.”
“I knew it,” came his depressed reply.
I put my hand on his knee. “It’s alright. We’ll deal with this with you. You’ll never be alone.”
“But the babies,” he whimpered. “You’ll both be so busy with them.”
The doctor cleared his throat. “Hang on there. I should’ve been more clear. You’re still cancer-free, Mr. Whitaker.”
Lucius’ shoulders stopped slumping as he sat up straight. “I am?”
The doctor shook his head as he put the papers on top of the desk, fanning them out so we could see them. “Yes, you are. The problem is your testosterone levels. They’re all out of whack.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Lucius asked.
“It means we need to get you on some testosterone is all,” the doctor said with a smile. “You’re still a very healthy man. You can expect to get to see those babies turn into children before you leave us all behind.”
Lucius slapped his thigh with excitement. “I can’t believe my luck!”
Ransom leaned back to look at me and wiggled his fingers at me. I took his hand and couldn’t stop smiling. But then a horrible contraction hit me, and I had to let go as I doubled over.
Before I knew it, there were three men around me, all with concerned faces. But none more so than my husband’s. “You little sneak. You’re in labor. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Once the pain eased up, I answered, “Yes, I am in labor. It’s early yet. I wanted to let your grandfather get his news first without worrying about me. And we are in the hospital already, so I knew I was safe at all times.”
Ransom pulled me up. “You could’ve told me at least.”
“And have you worry about both him and me?” I threw up my hands. “And the babies too? No way.”
