“Do you think it was selfish of us to take Brady away from your parents for Christmas?” Lennon asks, with one eye closed while drawing on her other eyelid with eye pencil.

I’ve stayed patient. Sat through ice cream after Brady’s recital, calculating how much a baby times two will cost. When I had Brady, I did everything on the cheap until I made something of myself. Hell, my parents kept him fed and clothed his entire first year of life.

I’m not even upset that she’s yet to tell me because I had to wrap my head around the fact that our family is almost doubling in size in less than a year. Lennon and I will be outnumbered. I pray the reason she hasn’t said anything isn’t because she’s scared at what my reaction will be.

I sit down on the edge of our Jacuzzi tub, watching her. Her eyes flick to mine through the mirror and I raise my eyebrows.

Holding the eye pencil in her hand, she turns to me, but remains on the other side of the room.

“You never showed me the pictures, what did Dr. Sun say?” I ask.

She studies me for a moment.

“You snooped?” she points the pencil at me, her jaw cocking to the side.

“Why haven’t you told me?” I ask softly, opening my arms for her.

She holds her ground, staying put against the counter. “I wanted it to be special.” Her voice holds a small whine.

I emphasize my arms again, needing to hold her, needing to touch her belly.

At a snail’s pace, with her head down, she moves forward.

“I was searching for ideas on how to surprise you last night and this whole time you knew?”

I nod.

“I’m scared,” she says, water pooling in her eyes.

I nod.

When she’s close enough, I link my hand in hers, guiding her onto my lap. My hand caresses her cheek. “Me, too,” I admit and her head draws back.

“Well, great, if we’re both scared, who is going to be the strong one?”

“Brady,” I answer. She giggles, the tension leaving her shoulders.

Her body falls into my embrace and I enclose my arms around her small frame, kissing her forehead.

“It’s amazing news and if we weren’t scared, I’m not sure we’d be good parents.”

She nods, her hand touching my cheek. “I blame my parents. They started this whole twin thing.”

I chuckle. “This should scare the crap out of Jacob.”

She laughs at her twin brother’s expense, her feet lifting off the floor. “He’ll never have sex again. Oh, I can’t wait to tell him the Hart twin thing is not skipping a generation.”

“There’s a bright side.”

“I think there’s a lot of bright sides,” she says, her eyes falling to her stomach.

I place my hand on her belly, circling it around. “There’s a ton of bright sides to the fact our family is growing.”

“We might have to move.”

“We’ll definitely have to move.”

“Brady might get jealous.”

“Probably.”

“The cost alone.”

“We can afford it.”

“Twins,” her voice waivers, finally losing the fight of all the unanswered questions and predictions.

“Twins.” I sigh, content in the fact the woman I love is carrying two of my babies. “What did Dr. Sun say? Should you be off your feet?”

She laughs, stands and points that pencil at me again. “Oh no, you’re not putting me on bed rest, buddy.”

“I can’t wait until the hormones hit and you want to have sex all the time.” I follow her to the sink, wrapping my arms around her body.

“How will that be different than now?” she asks, staring at me through the mirror.

“Double the hormones, I might as well chain myself to the bed naked and let you have your way with me.”

Her eyes crinkle. “You forget what I do for a living.”

I shake my head, my teeth grabbing a hold of her earlobe. “We both know your inspiration might come from me, but those battery operated toys don’t even compare.”

She turns in my arms. My hands mold to her hips and I plop her up on the counter. “Remind me again.”

“Gladly.”

Five minutes later, her palm is pressed to the mirror as her orgasm racks her body. Let’s see a battery operated machine do that.