“You ready to go?”
“Let’s do this.”
An hour later we are in the dark ultrasound room. I reach out and grab for Mason’s hand. The technician explains that she is going to take some pictures and then she’ll show us the baby.
Mason’s forehead scrunches as he studies me, “What’s wrong, baby?”
Mason glances at me and then back to the screen. He tilts his head to the side, “How the hell can you tell what all that is. I can’t see anything.”
The technician laughs, “It’s all very clear when you know what you’re looking for. None of this stuff matters much.”
“If you say so.” Mason replies.
We both watch as she moves it all around my stomach, taking pictures. She switches wands and then asks, “Ready?”
“Yes.” Mason and I both say at the same time.
She inserts the wand and it’s all dark, she makes some adjustments and then it lightens. “Well, here is a baby.” Tears spring to my eyes.
“It looks like a little jelly bean.” Mason says softly.
“It does.” The technician agrees. She moves the wand around a little more. “And here is baby number two.”
My eyes shoot to Mason. I see him swallow hard.
I look back to the screen, “Wait a second. Did you say two?”
The technician smiles and nods, “I did.”
“Holy shit, we’re having twins.”
The nurse giggles, “You are. Would you like some pictures?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and nod yes. We’re having twins. Holy shit! We’re having twins. I can’t believe it. Then I look over to Mason with horror on my face. “I’m going to be as big as a God damn house, Mason!”
Mason stares at the screen, “We’re having twins.” He repeats.
“Yes Mason, we are. Did you hear what I said? I’m going to be as big as a house.” I repeat myself again in case he didn’t hear me.
“We’re having twins.” Mason says again.
I sigh loudly. The technician prints out our pictures and sends us on our way. Mason is still in shock and all I can think about is looking like a house and wondering how I’m expected to push not one, but two babies out of me. I’m never going to be the same again.
Christmas is just around the corner and I’m big as house already, or at least I feel like I am. Mason is going out Christmas shopping since I was put on bed rest. My blood pressure keeps spiking and I’ve got some swelling going on so the doctors want to take precautions and keep the babies snuggled inside me as long as possible. Since I’m so small the doctor doesn’t think I’ll make it to the full forty weeks.
“Knock, knock.” Cooper’s voice rings through the house.
“In the living room!” I yell.
Mason called Cooper to go out shopping with him and Jaylinn is playing babysitter to me. My loving fiancée doesn’t want me to be alone and wants me waited on hand and foot.
Cooper walks in, towing Jaylinn behind him. He places a kiss on my cheek, “Hey pretty mama.”
I roll my eyes, “This mama is not pretty. You should see the stretch marks I’ve got now.”
Mason comes in with a glass of milk and waffles with peanut butter on them. My pregnancy cravings are in full swing. Last night I woke Mason to go get me Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. He did, no questions asked or complaining.
“Here baby.”
“Love you.” I air kiss him.
“Be right back.” Jaylinn says and walks out of the room.
I wait a few seconds to make sure she’s out of hearing range. Mason peeks around the corner and then comes and sits next to me. We both look over to Cooper.
“Well?” Mason and I both ask at the same time.
Cooper was supposed to talk to Jaylinn last night about Brittany. We finally got through to him that he needed to talk to her about it. He has to take the chance and clear his conscience if he ever wants to have a serious relationship with her.
He sits back against the couch and folds his hands behind his head. “I haven’t done it yet.”
Mason huffs.
“Cooper,” I whine. “You have to tell Jay.”
“Tell me what?” Jaylinn asks as she walks back into the room.
Cooper holds his breath and looks between Mason and me. “Just do it.” I whisper.
“Come here.” Cooper says to Jaylinn. She comes over and climbs onto Cooper’s lap. “I’ve got something to tell you about Brittany and me.”
Jaylinn looks like a deer caught in headlights. I send a silent prayer. Please don’t let this be the end for them.