Page 110 of Oblivion
“He’s a guy.”
“And?” I asked him, lowering my voice. Both of us were whispering at this moment, amusing the doctor that was now sitting behind his desk. “He probably knows his way around pussy better than some girls.” I grinned, fueling the jealousy that was so obviously rocking Storm right now.
“You’re not helping,” Storm bit out, his eyes flashing with anger that for the first time wasn’t aimed at me.
“So,” the doctor started, looking at us over his glasses. His slicked, gray hair gave him the look of a silver fox, and I had a feeling that the nurses and other doctors around here had a hard time keeping themselves in check around him. Diplomas and other accolades hung on the wall next to his desk, and my research already told me that he had more than thirty years of experience in gynecology, especially with pregnancies. I wasn’t going to change my doctor just because Storm suddenly remembered what he felt for me.
“Is everything okay?” Storm was the first one to ask, beating me to it. “Are they okay?”
“Oh yes.” The doctor grinned. “Mom and the babies are okay. Your hCG is elevated, which is absolutely normal with multiple pregnancies—”
“Did you just say multiple?” I asked, pulling myself up into a sitting position. “As in, more than one baby?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” He smiled softly. “There is a huge probability that you’re going to have twins, or maybe even more.”
“More?” Storm asked, his eyes widening, skin changing color almost immediately. “More than two?”
The doctor nodded slowly, his lips tethering on the edge of the laughter, but he kept himself in check. “Yes, more than two.”
“There are two babies or more in her stomach right now?” Storm pointed at me, still looking at the doctor. His left hand gripped the edge of the table I was sitting on, while his other one gripped mine, shaking as the questions rolled off his tongue. “Like, there are two kids?” He looked at me. “We’re going to have two kids?”
His fear was palpable, sweat beading on his eyebrow, and I started laughing at the pure disbelief flashing through his eyes.
“I am going to be a father to two kids?” he gulped, asking me, then looking at the doctor, then at me again, his skin becoming paler and paler with each passing second. I had a feeling he would already be down on the floor, collapsed if it wasn’t for the fact that he was sitting down.
“Would you like to have some water, Mr.—”
“Storm,” he finished for the doctor, his eyes firmly plastered on my stomach. “My name is Storm.”
“Stormy.” I placed my palm on his right cheek, pulling his face to me. “Are you okay?”
“I, uh,” he stammered. “I don’t know,” Storm whispered. “We’re going to have two kids—”
“Or more,” the doctor added for him.
“You’re not helping, man,” Storm groaned. “How are we supposed to… What am I supposed to… Holy shit, I’m going to be a father.”
“I thought we already established that you’re going to be a father.” I laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re scared?”
“I’m terrified,” he exclaimed. “I am not… What if I fuck it up? Oh shit.” Some kind of realization dawned on him, and he turned toward the doctor, avoiding my eyes. “Doc,” he started, swallowing heavily. “You’re sure they’re okay?”
“Well, the tests show that everything is perfectly fine. Ophelia has already started taking her vitamins, and I am going to give her some more since multiple pregnancies tend to be a bit harder on a mother.”
“But she’s gonna be okay, right?” he asked frantically. “They’re all going to be fine, right? Nothing is going to happen to them?”
The doctor stood up and walked toward the two of us, and I just wanted to laugh at the comical expression on Storm’s face. Moments ago, I was panicking over the prospect of even being pregnant, but now knowing that there were most probably two of them growing inside of me, and seeing Storm panicking even more, somehow it all made me calm down.
I could do this. Even if I had to do it all alone, I could do it.
“Look,” the doctor started, pulling the chair closer to the table where I sat, right in front of the weird looking machine that I assume was an ultrasound. “Multiple pregnancies can be tough, I’m not going to lie to you. But she is healthy.” He pointed at me. “Her blood work is okay, and we will keep monitoring her throughout the pregnancy to make sure everything is okay.”
“So, all is gonna be fine?” Storm asked again, sounding like a parrot at this point.
“Stormy,” I murmured, pulling his hands in my lap. “Everything is okay.”
“But, he said—”
“Every pregnancy is different, Storm,” the doctor said. “Complications can happen even with the singleton pregnancy, so it is important that we monitor mom and the babies throughout it all.” He looked at me then, pulling closer. “You mentioned that you have an implant in your arm.”
