Page 54 of Obsidian Music

“I love you,” I whispered.

Daniil’s eyes crinkled once more. “I love you too.”

I felt an odd tug on my body from below, and Dr. Wisser chuckled, “Baby one is a boy.”

A tiny cry erupted after his announcement.

My chin trembled, and a tear escaped my right eye.

The medical team inside the room were sectioned off, one for each baby.

One fraction moved into action.

“Oh!” I sniffled, tears freely flowing as they quickly showed us our son before taking care of him. He had the most perfect features. All bitty toes and fingers in place. “He’s perfect.”

Daniil’s voice cracked as he eyed our son. “He looks like me.” His eyes glistened as he followed the team’s movement with our child. “They’re taking good care of him, my sweet.”

I nodded and sniffled hard.

Dr. Wisser snickered once more. “Baby Two is another boy.”

Daniil sat up straighter on his chair, his chest puffing with pride.

I bit my bottom lip, trying not to sob in happiness as I saw our second son. He didn’t cry immediately, but only a few seconds later, I heard his shout of panic facing this world outside of the safety of my body. I laughed and grinned at my husband. “He looks just like you too.”

The sweat had dried on his forehead, and he stated with cocky flair, “Of course, he does.”

Dr. Wisser cleared his throat. “And, baby three is…”

I blinked. “Yes?”

A precious cry erupted loud and strong.

The doctor glanced over the curtain at the two of us, lifting our third child for us to see. “Your husband was right all along. It’s a boy.”

My eyes widened with a flood of joyous tears. “All I’ve dreamt about are having boys since I got pregnant.” I stared at my son a moment longer before turning my attention to my beaming husband. “I can’t agree all the time with you. Even if you’re right.”

Daniil chuckled, “I know, my sweet. I know.”

“What should we name them?”

“Anything you wish.”

I chuckled. “That was easy.”

“Yes, well, I may have peeked past the curtain.”

“Daniil! I told you not to.”

He winked. “And I don’t always agree with you. Even if you’re right.”

I snickered and ran my gaze over his strong body. “You’re mine.”

“You better believe it.” He wiggled his brows, and stated quietly, “And, now, you’re not pregnant anymore.”

I laughed. “Oh. My. God.”

He shrugged his right shoulder. “Seeing someone’s guts has never bothered me.”

I shook my head. “You are so wrong and so right for me.”

“Always, my sweet.”

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