My sock covered feet dangle from the bed.

“Damn.” I twist the sock around in hopes Dr. Sun won’t notice the hole that now sits at the back of my heel. This whole preggo brain thing is ruining my half stellar job as Brady’s stepmom, not to mention my fashion. He got to school five minutes late, Drew is calling me about my patents and now I have a hole in my sock.

Dr. Sun walks in, her hair pulled back into a bun, a conservative pink blouse tucked into a tight pencil skirt, along with a pair of heels and some jewelry. I miss those days when I had hours to get ready in the morning, too.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Lennon,” Dr. Sun says, going to the sink and washing her hands. “Where’s Jasper today? I thought for sure he’d be joining you.”

I lay back on the bed fighting the necessary evil of the stirrups a little longer. We all know I’m up for some bondage every now and then, but those things are practically medieval.

“He had a business trip he couldn’t get out of. We’re heading up to Climax Cove in Oregon for the holidays, so… I promised him pictures.” I smile at her as nervous excitement builds in the pit of my stomach.

Jasper’s been calm so far, but he’s been through this with Brady. This is my first pregnancy. Everything is shiny and new and I have no idea what to expect or what I’ll feel when I get the first look at our child.

I’m not exactly traditional. Understatement of the year, I know. When it came to getting married I forced Jasper to elope, having no interest in participating in anything traditional including a year long engagement where I would be forced to chose color themes, seating plans, and register for gifts.

But this is a baby. There’s no skipping from birth straight to sending the kid off to college. I’ll not a traditional mom—Brady can tell you that—but I will be this child’s mother from day one. Sadly, I missed Brady’s entire infanthood. So, I can handle a walking, talking human being. A crying shit machine? I’m not so sure.

Still drying her hands with the paper towels, she turns to face me. “How wonderful. I keep hearing about that place, but have yet to go.” She presses down on the pedal and disposes of the paper towels.

“We rented a cabin. This year we’re taking all of our friends, and since I’m on the sober train now, I’ll have to settle for gorging on some fries and pies from the local diner.”

Dr. Sun smiles as she approaches. “I’m jealous, you’ll have a great time, sober or not.” She winks and rolls some contraption of a machine over. “We aren’t going to see a whole lot today, but I’ll do my best to get some good shots.”

The screen flickers to life. “All right, pull your shirt up and your pants down.”

“Jeez, doc. Don’t I even get dinner first?”

She chuckles, holding the magic wand in her hand, waiting for me to get situated.

If she only knew—in my wilder days, I dropped my pants for much less.

Dr. Sun squirts some warm gel on my lower abdomen and smiles wide. “Let’s have a look, shall we? Figure out when you guys can expect the newest member of the Banks family.”

I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my racing heart while she presses the ultrasound wand to my belly. I watch the black screen blip with grey and white, unable to decipher what I’m supposed to be looking at.

She moves the wand around a bit more and my heart races, facing away in case she’s about to give me bad news. Jasper’s right. I should’ve stopped googling. Nothing good ever comes from googling.

Ever googled ‘blue waffle’ because someone told you to? I was expecting some funny Eggo memes and was in no way prepared for the pictures that splashed across my screen. That shit will stay with you for life.

“Here we go,” Dr. Sun says, drawing me out of my thoughts.

She holds the wand in one place. I look up to the black and white screen, ready for a rush of love to overwhelm me when I see my little baby…

What the fuck is that?

I squint a bit trying to figure out what it is I’m supposed to be seeing but there’s only a white blob, some black space, and black and white lines.

“Oh my,” she says.

Taking my eyes off the monitor, I concentrate on Dr. Sun’s who’s staring at the screen with a crease between her brows.

Shit, something is wrong.

My hand instinctively moves to my stomach, but not wanting to interfere with her findings, I leave it on the top portion of my belly. “Is everything all right?”

Her eyes soften, and she rests the wand back on the machine, placing her hand top of mine.

I need Jasper. Where is Jasper? I can’t handle bad news right now. I can’t sit in a room, half exposed with a hole in my sock and have her tell me something isn’t normal with a baby I’ve already fallen in love with.

Her hand grips the top of mine. “Everything is fine, but…”

“But?” My eyes fixate on her, willing her to speed this conversation up before she’s preforming CPR on me.

“Lennon, you’re having twins!”