“Perfect,” Dr. Morgan says with a smile. “I was hoping all three of you were together.”
My stomach drops before it launches itself into my throat, the relief I was feeling replaced with sheer panic.
If my OB has tracked us down after everything we just went through, I can’t imagine what she has to tell me is good. And it must be important as fuck for her to do that.
“Good news.” She comes to the end of the double bed, stopping at the foot as she flips through the pages on her clipboard. “The babies are just fine so no need to worry about them anymore. That scar tissue must have protected them from any bumps they could have taken, it’s amazing really after all the blood you lost but that being said, your numbers are still not exactly where I want them to be. I’m going to?—”
“Babies,”I blurt as I sit up, my back ramrod straight and eyes wide as saucers. “Did you just saybabies?”
Dr. Morgan looks up at me and nods slowly. “Yes… They didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“You’re ten and a half weeks pregnant, Leonor. That’s what I called about this morning.” She smiles wide as she sets the clipboard down. “I ran a few extra tests on your bloodwork because I didn’t like some of the levels I saw and I got confirmation this morning. You, my friend, will be giving birth to twins next spring.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I say like an asshole as Pete and Lucky sit up next to me. “You’re not serious.”
“As a heart attack. When they brought you in I met them in emergency. I heard the crash on the phone before it wentdead and made sure to do an exam once I was able to. You were spotting pretty heavily, most likely from the trauma of the accident, and I’m sure that’s why they didn’t say anything right away. In case…”
She trails off as I nod. “In case I lost them?”
“But you didn’t. Those two little peanuts are thriving, their heartbeats are strong, and that mass we don’t need to worry about anymore is probably what protected them.”
Babies?
I’m going to have multiple babies?
“Who’s the dad?” I ask like a moron because I’m in shock.
“Hopefully one of us,” Pete grunts as Lucky chuckles. “Unless there’s more you need to share, princess.”
I shake my head as I look at him. “No, god, that’s not what I meant, I just…”
“You want to know which one of the four of us.”
“Right.” I nod as I look at Lucius, tears stinging my nose when I see them shining in his gun metal gray eyes. “Not that it matters, it really doesn’t, I just wondered, I don’t know, I…” God, I can’t even think straight right now.
This is the last fucking thing I expected Dr. Morgan to tell us when she called to say she wanted to see me. It doesn’t feel real, not after believing for such a long time that this probably wouldn’t happen for me.
Forus.
I should have known the four men I fell in love with had super sperm. Physical trauma, surgeries, and medical diagnoses mean nothing to the shit they’re packing.
Which makes me snort.
“That’s not funny, Leonor,” Lucky scolds.
And I frown. “What’s not?”
“Everything doc just said.”
“Which was?” I missed it while I was thinking about super sperm.
Dr. Morgan pulls something from the clipboard and hands it to me after rounding the bed. “I was just talking about the scripts I sent in for you, the extra precautions we’ll need to take. But I’m scheduling an appointment for you in about a week and we can review all of that then. Just make sure you go to the pharmacy to pick up what I ordered, and take it easy for a while.”
I nod absently as I look down, my hands starting to shake a little as my eyes scan the black and white image in my hand.
“It’s a good thing there are four of you.” Dr. Morgan chuckles as she heads toward the door. “Leonor is going to be a handful, I think, and having a team of men who love her and will no doubt spoil her is the only way any of you are going to survive this pregnancy.”
