I’m watching him when the ultrasound tech gasps.
“Would you look at that!” she says, excitedly, pointing at the screen.
I stare in amazement.
“Is that…?” I ask, unable to finish the sentence.
“Yes!” She smiles at me in excitement.
“What? What is it?” Roman asks, confused and worried.
“That’s Baby B,” she responds.
“I don’t understand.” He’s somehow still confused.
“The first was Baby A. This is Baby B. We’re having twins!” I say, both nervous and thrilled.
I don’t know how to feel about twins. Two babies is a lot.
I spare a glance at Roman, and he’s smiling widely.
“This is perfect!” He leans down and kisses me.
“Twins,” I say with a sigh.
“Erm, actually…” the tech says nervously. “Meet Baby C.”
Silence, except Baby C’s heartbeat, falls through the room.
“Are you saying there are three babies in my wife?” Roman demands answers.
“It would appear so.” She swallows, looking nervous.
Roman pales as his eyes shoot to mine.
“Triplets,” he whispers. Then he cups my cheek. “Are you okay, sunshine?”
“Yeah, it’s just… a lot.”
“It is, but it’s our a lot.”
He’s so supportive that tears well again.
“We’re having three babies,” I repeat.
“Yeah. Three of us running around,” he says.
Then he pauses.
“Three little ones. We need to make changes! We need to baby-proof the house. We need to move into the house! I need to buy bullet-proof minivans. We need to get you your license. No, we’re going to get a driver. Oh my God! How are we going to take care of more babies than there are us? How are you even going to feed them? You only have two boobs!” he starts pacing, looking more anxious by the second.
“Héroe, it’s going to be fine. We’ll do this together. And your family and mine will help for sure. It’s going to be okay,” I calm him.
Once he’s settled down, we continue with the ultrasounds. Then we get the labs done, and they tell us they’ll have the results uploaded in seven to fourteen days.
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My phone chirps with an email.
