Chapter 7
4 months later
Mom and Daniel ended up postponing their wedding until we knew I was going to be able to make it. Daniel got mom to let go of her deal with me, since the baby is also his grandbaby he was very insistent about it. My morning sickness has gone down considerably since I hit five months in my pregnancy, I’m still sick sometimes but nowhere near as bad as I was. I only had to go to the hospital to get an IV at most once a week or every other week.
It was a giant pain in the ass.
I had to quit my job because I couldn’t work around the food. Hell, I couldn’t even walk through the door. Bob was extremely understandable and told me that if I wanted my job back when I was better I could come back.
I moved in with Asher two months ago since I couldn’t make Flora and Keegan pay for my portion of the rent, and I knew we’d end up moving in together eventually when it was closer to the baby getting here anyways so we wouldn’t have to go back and forth between places.
Asher’s extremely fucking hard to argue with and he’s bossy as hell. That pisses me off to no end and we’ve gotten into a few arguments about the bossy shit. Examples being when he insisted I quit my job and again when he told me to move in with him. Asshole’s also not shy about using sex to get what he wants either and since I was either sick or horny as hell I was fucked either way.
We find out the sex of the baby today and mom and Daniel’s wedding is tomorrow. To say I’m nervous is a huge understatement. I didn’t want to look like the fat cow I felt like in mom’s wedding pictures as her maid of honor. I also haven’t made up my mind if I want to know the sex of the baby or not. Asher said he doesn’t give a shit and told me to decide.
“Quit fidgeting, Kitten,” Asher says, grabbing one of my hands and lacing his fingers through his, squeezing gently.
“I’m freaking out,” I hiss at him, making mom and Daniel laugh.
They came to the appointment because I asked them to come with. I think mom was shocked and I know that Daniel was. I know this was supposed to be a thing for me and Asher but this was one of those things I needed my mom and since Daniel had been so fantastic with helping Asher and me get things ready in the nursery and was almost as excited as Asher and I, I asked him to come too.
“Melody, have you decided if you want find out the sex or not?” Mom asks.
“Yes. No. Yes. Fuck, I don’t know,” I whine. “I really gotta pee, I can’t focus on anything else right now!”
“Melody!” A soft voice calls from beside us. We turn and see a nurse standing at the door.
I stand up, grasping Asher’s hand like a lifeline as we all head toward the nurse and follow her to the ultrasound room.
I lay on the bed as they instruct and the ultrasound tech lifts my shirt over my rounding belly, it’s not super huge but I think it’s kind of average for this far along, probably a little smaller than that from being sick all the time, but there’s definitely a baby in there. I’ve stayed the same weight since I found out I was pregnant. My doctor isn’t happy about this since I’m not overweight, which is apparently the only way losing weight while pregnant is okay, and is constantly on my ass about needing to eat more. He’s a dick. If I could eat as much as I want to, I would. Not my fault my stomach is constantly attacking itself. I’m not doing it on purpose.
She tucks a towel into my yoga pants, pulling them down a little bit before grabbing the gel from the stand. I wiggle a little at the sensation of it being squirted onto my belly but otherwise remain quiet until the tech places the wand over the gel, spreading it and looking for the baby.
She stops the wand. “There’s your baby, mom and dad,” she says to Asher and me. We look at the monitor and I start tearing up.
The last time we had an ultrasound the baby was like a little gummy bear. I’ve been calling the baby Gum or Gummy since we didn’t know the sex and didn’t have names picked out. Now, baby Gum actually looks like a human.
“And the heartbeat,” the tech says and a whooshing sound filters through the room. “Huh,” the tech says distractedly, moving the wand around again.
“What?” I ask, tensing in the bed, squeezing Asher’s hand tightly.
“Do multiples run in your family Melody?” she asks casually and I squeek.
“What?! What is that supposed to mean?”
“They do,” mom says quietly.
“Wait, what? Since when? You’re not a twin,” I point out to her.
“No,” she pauses and bites her lip. “But you were.”
“What?” I breathe.
“You were a twin, Baby A passed in the womb around ten weeks. You were Baby B.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me that? Or even tell me that there’s a chance I could have multiple babies at once?” I shriek, breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry honey, it hurt too much to think about it. You never asked about a brother or sister or if you were ever a twin and I didn’t know how to bring it up.”
“What the hell mom! When we found out you should have told me that there’s a chance I’d be carrying more than one.”
“I know I’m sorry honey.”
The tech chuckles softly. “They missed the second baby in the original ultrasound, I’m guessing it was hiding behind the first one or they just missed it. There’s definitely two sets of hands and feet I’m seeing as well as two heads.” She moves the wand to the opposite side of my stomach where the first baby was and shows us the second baby.
I start crying. Full blown, ugly crying. The tech continues, taking measurements, pointing out body parts of the babies as I cry.
“Alright, I’ve got almost everything I need, next up is gender. Have you decided if you want to find out?”
“I’m having twins out of fucking nowhere,” I snap through my tears. “Of course I want to find out!”
“Babe,” Asher says, trying not laugh with everyone else in the room.
“Alright, let’s start with baby A,” she says, back to business. She puts the wand back where the first baby was and maneuvers it around for the best angle. She stops and takes a picture. “Looks like Baby A is a boy.”
I suck in a shaky breath, waiting for her to do the same with the second baby.
“Baby B is a girl. Congratulations, you guys get one of each,” the tech says with a grin.
“Holy shit,” I breathe and lean my head against Asher’s shoulder, still crying.
“We’ve got this, Kitten,” Asher says against my head, lips brushing my hair.
“God, I fucking hope so. I was scared with just one, but now there’s two. I’m fucking terrified Ash.”
“We’ll be fine,” he assures me. I narrow my eyes at him, not really believing him. One baby was mind boggling enough with a fucked up condom, but getting two out of the deal? What the hell?
“I’m suing the condom company,” I state, making everyone in the room laugh. “I’m really not kidding.”
“I know,” mom laughs. “You won’t get anything out of it honey. Things happen and it’s not their fault.”
I grumble under my breath while the tech wipes the goop of my stomach.