by Anne Douglas
Neither of them said anything; they just watched the screen, so wrapped up in what it showed them the fire alarm could have gone off and they wouldn’t have heard it.
“Wow, we’re really having a baby…” The slightly hysterical edge to Rex’s voiced turned to awe, and he turned to her for a kiss. But just before his lips found hers, she saw something else on the monitor, moved her head away, and pointed to the monitor.
“Rex, what’s that?” When Rex had turned to kiss her, the angle of the transducer had shifted. Now there were two black blobs, one slightly larger than the other, and two fluttering hearts. It was an image not dissimilar to another she’d seen recently ‑‑ when he’d used the machine on Donkey.
Rex muttered under his breath as he moved the transducer to get another view. “Surely not…nah…can’t be…shit, it is!”
“Rex?” She thought she understood what she was seeing, but his distress now had her worried, and her heart began to pump more rapidly. Was there something wrong?
“There’s…there’s…” His face blanched white, and he latched onto the table with his free hand, his face paler than his knuckles.
“Rex? Tell me!” There was a knock on the door, and Colleen called out, asking if they were okay ‑‑ she’d learned to knock after catching them making out in Rex’s office a few weeks back.
“It’s ‑‑”
“It’s what, damn you, what?”
“Twins!”
And that was all she wrote. Her flannel-clad, Paul Bunyan look-alike hit the ground like a granddaddy spruce that’d finally met its match.
Anne Douglas
I started writing with the encouragement of my friends (who tell me I always have a tale to tell ‑‑ I think that’s a good thing) to support my growing Erotica/Erotic Romance habit. Writing, along with the Handcrafted Boutique Children’s Clothing business that is my “day job”, is what my husband calls my “excuse for not doing housework” ‑‑ too right, mate!
I am a transplant New Zealander currently living in Florida, so my American friends get a laugh out of translating “Kiwi-speak” to American for me ‑‑ car park…parking lot…elevator…lift…Oy!
Visit Anne on the Web at http://annedouglas.blogspot.com, or email her at [email protected].
