Their child was somewhere in those pixels. He swallowed his tears away before he leaned in and kissed Bree. After their quick kiss, he looked over to Dr. Michaels before she tilted her head to the side and scrunched her nose.
“What’s wrong?” Bree said, her eyebrows drawn down. Declan held his breath, trying to read the doctor’s facial expressions.
Dr. Michaels held up a finger, showing she needed another moment to investigate Bree’s uterus.
“Do either of you two have twins in the family?”
“I’m a fraternal twin,” Declan said.
“You didn’t mention this earlier,” the doctor said.
“I’m sorry, it slipped my mind?” He looked at Bree lying at the table, looking like she’d seen a ghost.
“Twins?” Bree asked. “Tell me you’re lying.”
“Geez, Bree. What are ye talkin’ ‘bout? Like ye didn’t know. Ye known me for two decades. Ye played hide and seek with Ro. What are—”
“Yes, I’m confirming it. Bree, Declan… you’re going to have twins!”
“What?!”
Declan glanced at Bree, who lay still with her eyes as wide as two UFO saucers.
“Fuck…” Declan whispered. He looked over at the TV screen again, but it all seemed like a big blur.
“Oh, my, that’s… that’s…” Bree put her chin down and peered at the ultrasound device on her tummy.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Bree. I’m sure.”
Bree nodded and tugged at Dec’s hand, making him lean in.
“This is all your fault,” she said.
“Isn’t this the line women say in the movies when they’re in labor?”
“Ouch, wrong answer, Declan,” Dr. Michaels snickered.
“You and your twin! You did this to me!”
“I know this must be quite a shock. We’ll schedule extra appointments and I’m going to see if we have some leaflets on twin pregnancy for you. I’ll be right back.”
The doctor walked out of the office and Dec turned to Bree and said, “What does Ro have to do with any of this?”
“Well, without him, you wouldn’t be a twin. And I wouldn’t be having twins. My God, we’re going to need two baby seats, two baby beds, two—”
“Are you done?” Declan laughed and cocked his head.
“Excuse me?” Bree wiped the gluey stuff from her belly with some paper towels.
“Stop freaking out. Picture this,” he said as he leaned over the exam table.
“We get to have two for the price of one. Two little Brees…” He kissed her still somewhat sticky belly and rested his head against the spot.
“Or two Declans. I don’t know if I can handle this.” She puffed a breath.
“Oh, you handle me just fine…” he winked from his spot on her abdomen.