‘SO LET’S HAVE a look at this baby, shall we?’
Jared looks on in excitement as the nurse plies my stomach with cold gel, and then presses the wand to it. She moves it around, and we get the distinct sound of the water swishing around in there. I knew to expect this because I’d looked it up. I needed to know what to expect in every scenario. The nurse moves it around for a while before taking the wand off and turning to me, she has a huge ass smile on her face, so I know there isn’t anything wrong.
‘We have two. You’re having twins,’ she says waiting for our reaction. I blink and blink again. What did she say?
‘TWO?’ Jared blurts out through his own excitement. The nurse nods her head.
‘Twins,’ she confirms. ‘Both have separate amniotic sacs and placentas, so they won’t be identical. Look here, baby one: head, bottom, and heartbeat. Baby two: head, bottom, and heartbeat.’ She smiles. My gaze goes to Jared, and he is staring at me like all his Christmas’s just came at once.
‘Baby I’m so fucking proud of you.’
I giggle at his words. ‘What for?’
‘Growing two babies in there.’ He points to my stomach. ‘Two fucking babies, Devon. That’s amazing!’ I laugh at his enthusiasm, and I suddenly feel elated that we’re having twins.
***
We announce to the pack that we’re expecting twins and everyone in the room erupts in applause and sounds of joy. I look at my mate, and he has tears in his eyes looking right back at me. This day couldn’t be any better. Jared’s lips lightly touch my ear as he whispers, ‘I can’t wait any longer to marry you, baby. It needs to be soon. You need to be Mrs Stone before you have our babies.’
We’d talked about this—we’d planned it already. Everything was set for when the babies were born. I laugh at his enthusiasm.
‘Jared, we have everything planned for fall.’
‘Fuck that. It’s ages away. I wanna marry you now.’ Everyone laughs as his voice carries and is no longer a whisper.
‘Umm, so what do you wanna do?’
‘Change the date.’
‘To when?’
‘Tomorrow? Next week? I don’t care, just let’s do it soon.’ Again, I giggle because he’s like a little kid.
‘Okay, Jared, you win. Let’s do it, BUT… we have to choose a date which can work with all the plans we’ve made. Okay?’
A few hours later, I’ve made a million calls and rearranged everything. We can do it in two weeks! Two weeks! Jesus, I’m going to be married in two weeks time. I can’t quite believe it. It’s only January, so it’s cold out. Our guests will need winter clothes on if we’re still going to get married at Jared’s childhood home. So maybe we need to think about an indoor venue instead. We have the minister, which is the main thing, and flowers, a cake, and dresses are all taken care of. Its cost a small fortune to move at such short notice, but it’s amazing what a little extra cash can get you.
‘Babe, I’ll sort the venue,’ Jared assures me. ‘I know just the place.’
‘You’re sure? Because I don’t want to just settle, Jared. I want it to be perfect.’
‘It will be. I swear.’
‘Okay, but just so you know, pregnancy hormones and planning a wedding are sure to result in making me stabby at some point, so please don’t mess it up.’
He looks at me horrified. ‘Me? Fuck up? Come on, baby, you know me better than that.’
‘I know you inside out, Jared Stone, so I say again, don’t make me stabby!’
He puts his fingers up to his forehead in a salute. ‘Scouts’ honour.’
‘Pssssh. Were you even a scout as a kid?’
‘No, but that’s not the point here.’ He laughs. I shake my head and walk down the hall to the kitchen. I’m starving, and now I know I’m feeding not one, but two babies, I don’t feel so bad when I eat half a loaf and cheese spread with pickles. Yum.
Jared finds me in my chair in the library, stuffing the last of the bread and pickles in my mouth. He eyes the jar of pickles and the cheese spread I had brought with me.
‘You have cravings?’ he asks smiling.
‘Mmhmm’ I mumble still chewing.
‘So cheese on pickles?’ I shake my head and snort at his guess. ‘Pickles and cheese?’
‘No, silly, just pickles and cheese spread, on white.’
‘So basically, cheese and pickles?’
I pout my lips. ‘Okay, you’re right, I guess.’
‘Always right, baby, you know this,’ he says through a smile as his lips touch mine.
‘Ohhh,’ I groan out as his lips reach my neck, and his breath hits that place between my collarbone and neck, and, oh my, my panties get damp, and I get shivers all over my body.
‘Take me to bed,’ I whisper. He’s all kinds of aroused, and it doesn’t take him a second to haul me up into his arms and carry me up the stairs. He’d been so set on not having sex in case it hurt the baby that now he’s finally realised it’s actually possible, I can’t get enough of him. And he knows it too. Being pregnant makes me super horny.
***
(Jared)
Brad is insisting I have a stag do, and right now I can’t think of anything worse. We’re not on lockdown anymore, and I know the girls will be safe, but, the thought of going out and getting drunk and making an ass of myself, without Devon, just doesn’t appeal to me. But Brad being Brad wants to do the traditional shit and makes sure he gets everyone on board. Even Devon says I should go. So, I guess I’m having a stag party.