Page 47 of Such A Good Guy
“On the cruise.”
“Why?” I shrieked as the tech, a cheerful-looking woman in her 60s, came in with all the equipment.
“You said you wanted a family,” Luke replied.
I looked into his eyes and I saw nothing but the honest goddamn truth, and if I hadn’t been sitting with my ass hanging out in one of those hospital gowns, I would have fainted again.
I saw nothing but the clearest, purest blue, and the clearest, purest desire to give me everything I wanted.
And it frightened the fuck out of me.
As if in a dream, the tech hooked the equipment up to me.
“There was supposed to be an IUD there,” I said inanely, and the tech look at me as ifIwas the insane one.
“Ma’am, you must have had that taken out.”
I watched numbly as the screen lit up with the blobby gray and black of my uterus.
“What am I looking at here?” Luke asked, and I felt a little pang to hear the anxiety in his voice. “How is the baby doing?”
“Your baby is doing just fine, Mr. O’Neill,” the tech said. “Here is the head,” and she pointed at a little cute blob. “Heart is beating very well, very strongly.”
Luke’s hands were gripping mine so tightly I saw the veins standing out in his forearms.
“Good, that’s good,” he said in a tight voice.
I stared at the screen at the tech pointed out the head, tiny little fists and legs all flailing around.
All perfect
Wild, fierce love filled my heart as I watched my healthy baby move on the screen. I had wanted a family for a long time, but I didn’t see it happening with the way guys were so fucking lame and always wanted one-night stands.
Luke’s grip was still so tight my hand was going numb, and I tried to rip my fingers away because I just wanted to look at my perfect baby and not think about how he was a fucking scary nutjob.
Then the tech spoke again.
“Well, would you look at that. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. O’Neill. You’re having twins. A boy and a girl.”
CHAPTER 15
Luke
Back in my hotel room, I was still buzzing with joy and I felt almost light-headed. I wasn’t used to this sheer amount of joy, so intense it was almost like an out-of-body experience.
I was just deciding between the two engagement rings I had already bought her when Luna spoke.
“I hope we can be good coparents,” she said.
“What’s coparenting?” I asked.
“When two parents aren’t together but they still coparent for the sake of the child.”
I still stared uncomprehendingly at her. My heart seemed to contract and squeeze inside me, shrink like a reverse Grinch. The idea of not being together with Luna washed over me with a raw aching pain.
No
“We aren’t just coparents. You’re going to be my wife.”
