by Lia Lee
Ian had wanted her to see his doctor, instead of the one from the student clinic, and she had agreed that it was a good idea, especially when twins were almost certain and she hadn’t secured a permanent doctor yet. It had been a bit romantic, she’d thought, lying back on the table and holding Ian’s hand as the doctor felt over her belly carefully. It felt good to be so close to him after their separation. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off of each other. If she’d had any worries that Ian wouldn’t find her sexy now that she was pregnant, they had flown out the window.
Then, Dr. Nguyen had brought out an ultrasound machine to get a better look, and Hazel’s heart had nearly stopped.
“Looks like we’ve got quadruplets here,” Dr. Nguyen said as she pointed at the screen.
Hazel had thought Nguyen had to be joking—until she’d asked if multiples ran in Hazel’s family. She’d nodded dumbly and murmured, “Twins. I have a twin brother. And two little brothers who are also fraternal twins.”
“It’s not uncommon for multiples to run in families. It appears that you normally release multiple eggs for fertilization. In this occasion, three were fertilized, and one split. So you’ll have one set of fraternal twins, and one set of identical,” she explained.
Hazel had gone numb. She couldn’t think of any questions or say anything in response. Ian, inappropriately calm as ever, had thanked Dr. Nyugen and asked for her to give them some general advice to go by until the next checkup.
The most obvious was Hazel’s diet. She had been slipping in meat once a week for the baby’s sake, but now that there were four, her diet would have to be even more controlled. She was advised to stop working, and that it might not be possible for her to finish her semester.
Hazel moved into the kitchen and leaned back against the island. Had the sex on the island been what had gotten her into this mess? Or their first time in his bed? The time in his office at the Cartwright & Benton building? The time in that upscale Chinese place? Or the French place? The time after hours on the copier?
Bowing her head, Hazel started to cry.
Ian was busy directing the movers where to put her things, but with an almost supernaturally awareness, he turned his head and when he saw her here on her own, came to her side. His lips pressed warm against her cheek, and he rubbed his hand over her shoulders.
“I want you. I want all of you, and all of them.”
“The penthouse isn’t suitable to raise four children,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Maybe any children.”
“We’ll make room. I’ll have a house prepared for us during the pregnancy, and we can move there after they’re born.”
Hazel cupped her belly, imagining four sweet little babies growing inside there. This was going to be hard. It was going to be sacrifice from this point on. She’d known that when she’d thought she might have twins, but now… Four children at once were so intimidating.
“I don’t even know if I’d be a good mother, Ian. I’m barely an adult!”
“I’m an adult enough for the both of us. And I don’t want you to worry about anything.” Ian rested one hand on her belly. “You get them here, and I’ll take care of the rest, okay? We’re partners, above everything else.”
Hazel laughed softly at the thought. “Partners in crime.”
“Well, we haven’t broken any laws. We sure struck the lottery though.”
Hazel smiled softly. “Yeah. We did.”
Ian lifted her chin and kissed her. It was funny. She’d expected that upon finding out all of this, Ian would want to get out of this again, but he had been so calm and collected. She was really grateful he’d come back into her life just as she was finding all of this out.
“Ohh…” Hazel pursed her lips. “I need to call my mom.”
“Does she even know you’re pregnant?”
Hazel grinned and shook her head.
“That should be interesting. Let’s wait until we’re all settled in for that one, hm?”
***
“This place is something else.” Natalie’s expression as she walked through the penthouse was probably a lot like the one Hazel had worn her first time here.
“Yeah, you picked the right guy to be your baby daddy.” Hawk crouched by Ian’s sound system and looked over the extensive CD and record collection. Hazel punched his arm.
“No fair. I can’t hit a pregnant girl,” he complained.
“Nope. You can’t.” Natalie put her arm around Hazel’s shoulders. “Have you talked to your professors yet?”
“I have.” Hazel put her hands on her hips as she strolled out onto the lower level patio and let the crisp February wind blow her hair. “I only had two courses left in my plan anyway, so I worked out an arrangement with those professors. My Women and Media class isn’t that difficult, and Dr. Abrams said I could just watch the movies and videos on my own and provide written responses to the discussion questions he sends. I actually need to show up for the Law and Advocacy class, but Dr. Cashdan said she could find a way for me to only have to go for the first half of the semester and work on the second half’s research paper with her via email.”
Hazel shrugged and rubbed a hand over her belly. “The only real problem is my Capstone, and my advisor said we could talk about that after the quads are born. I just can’t physically be running back and forth doing a final internship.”
“That’s right. You can have it all, but you can’t do it all.” Natalie winked and stood next to Hazel as she looked out over the city.
“I thought Mom was gonna have a coronary when she heard this news. She didn’t even know you were dating anyone.” Hawk walked out to lean on the rail and stare down. “She can be so obtuse.”
“And you knew?” Hazel asked.
“You acted like you were having guy trouble at Christmas. I knew that part. I’m unemployed, not stupid.” Hawk tapped the front of his sneaker on the deck, then turned to face her. “I can’t believe Mom thought you were getting fat. You’d think that after popping out four of her own, she’d know what being pregnant looks like.”
“Now it’s your turn to find out what it’s like to be Mom,” Natalie said with false cheer.
Hazel looked down. “Oh, God.”
“Well, if you need a babysitter, I like kids,” Hawk offered.
“What happened to your game?” Hazel asked.
“My artist stopped emailing me; I haven’t heard from him in months. And the writer won’t do what I ask him to do. It’s on hold indefinitely.”
Hazel pinched her mouth to the side as she thought about that. “You should talk to Ian. His company is starting a whole new division, and they’ll need people to work at every level. If you had a steady job, you could squirrel away enough money to hire people who are reliable.”
Hawk wrinkled his nose. “Maybe. I guess if you’re gonna be a mom, I have to try to grow up a little, too. When did this happen to us?”
“I swear, it seems it all happened in the blink of an eye.” Hazel sighed. “I’m just holding on for dear life.”
“We’re here for you, if you need it,” Natalie said.
“Ian is, too. He’s been amazing.” Hazel smiled, imagining the look on Ian’s face when he thought about the babies.
“Did he ask you to marry him?” Natalie asked hopefully.
“No, we’re going to wait on that. We talked about it. For hours, actually, about all the ways we could do this, and we decided to wait on the marriage until we’re settled, and everyone feels secure. It just makes sense for now.” Hazel folded her hands under her belly. “Besides, after all this, Ian is definitely going to have a nice dress made for me, and I want to be able to fit into it.”
“That’s sickening,” Hawk said. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks, twin.” Hazel beamed.
“Just don’t name them after plants, for the love of God,” he muttered.
***
Ian heard Hazel snoring softly. He’d woken her already and set her up
in the bed with her books. She wasn’t officially on bed rest, and probably wouldn’t be until March, but Dr. Nguyen had given them fairly strict orders regarding rest, food, sex, and exercise, and he was determined to follow it. Of course, if Hazel dozed while waiting for Ian to give her a kiss goodbye, that would be okay, too.
He straightened his tie and checked himself in the mirror before going over to check on her. She startled awake and laughed softly in embarrassment.
“Sorry.”
“No worries, love. I’ll be back sometime around lunch. Don’t get too bored without me.”
Hazel lit up. She looked so happy that Ian didn’t want to leave her.
“I’ll just be doing my readings. If they get boring, I’ll switch to working on the book,” Hazel promised.
Since having her at the office daily wasn’t an option, Ian had suggested that he simply task her with finishing their book—something she could do from bed or from one of the many comfortable chairs around his penthouse as the babies took up more and more real estate inside of her. Ian had cut back his time at work so that he could be there with her. He could just as easily do video conferences from his study here, and he quite liked being around to help Hazel. She was giving him a tremendous gift, one that he hadn’t known he still wanted, and he wouldn’t take it for granted.
There had been an option to reduce the pregnancy to three, or even two. It would’ve been safer for Hazel, but as scared as she was, and she was scared, she could tell that Ian didn’t want to do that, and had decided for them.
“Four children run in the family,” she’d said. “We can have them in one go and build everything from there.”
So that was that.
Ian pulled the covers over Hazel’s legs and made sure she had enough pillows to prop her up. He’d already set up the comfortable chair he’d bought for her by on the patio so that she could go out and work in the sunlight if she chose. The hard part now was that he had to leave her.
Ian kissed her. Not a light peck, but a long, lingering kiss that she returned in kind. He then gave for little kisses along her belly, which seemed to have gotten bigger even since yesterday. If Hazel could handle the changes, so could he. He rose, then bowed over again to give her one more kiss.
“You need to get to work, Dr. Cartwright.”
“Yes, dearest.” Ian touched the top of her head and steeled himself.
He adored her and their children. From now on, his thoughts were in plurals: what he could do for Hazel and the babies, and how he could make the world better for all of them. And once Hazel had delivered the children, she could rejoin him in that effort. Until then, he knew that she had already done so much, just by being her wonderful self, and teaching him what it meant to live in the world for others.
Epilogue
Dr. Hazel Greenwood-Cartwright perched over her desk, brow furrowed as she typed rapidly. Her newest book was nearly complete, but she was ever the perfectionist, and once the manuscript had all of its chapters, she would likely spend several weeks editing, expanding, and breaking down concepts that she had written about with prose that was too dense. For the latter effort, she could always trust her husband. He didn’t like to write himself and hadn’t published as a single author in years, which had worked out well for him—since each of their books together had made the bestseller list. Regardless, he was always a good sounding board, and Hazel respected his perspective.
It slowly dawned on her that small eyes were watching her with rapt fascination. Hawk was supposed to be watching at least two of the quads, but apparently, some of them had escaped. She turned toward the two girls in the doorway and smiled.
“Hi, sweeties.” Hazel got up and went over to the girls. Emma and Jade remained by the doorway—since it was a firm rule that they weren’t to go into either of their parents’ studies. As a means of meeting the children halfway, Hazel tried to make sure that they never got ignored while she was working, either writing, researching, or heading up the philanthropic division of Cartwright & Benson.
“Uncle Hawk said we couldn’t come with you and Daddy tonight,” Emma complained. “It’s not fair.”
Jade nodded energetically. It was funny how the two of them seemed to get along better than with their other siblings. Emma (and her absent twin, Diana) had ginger hair like Hazel, but Jade had brown hair like her father, as did their brother, Jack. They were all wickedly smart, and Hazel was grateful that she had so much help with them.
“I don’t know about that. I think it would be unfair to you to make you come.” Hazel shrugged and offered her hands for them to take as they walked down the hallway together. “It’s going to be pretty boring, honestly. Old people talking for a long time. And then I have to get up and talk for a long time. Plus, you’ve already heard what I have to say because I’ve been reading it to Daddy over and over.”
“Oh,” Emma muttered.
“But you guys get to stay here and order pizza. I think that’s pretty fun, right?” Hazel watched their faces light up. Jack was allergic to eggs but, thankfully, none of them had problems with dairy. It was one thing for Hazel to go back on her vegan diet after the quads had been born, but it would’ve been so difficult to feed them if they had as many food allergies as she did.
They reached the living room, where Hawk was rolling around like an idiot on the floor. Apparently, Jack had “killed” him somehow. Hazel raised a brow and let the girls run into the fray. She could leave her book until the morning. It would be more fun to watch them all until it was time to get ready for the ceremony. Truthfully, she would have liked to have them there, but four energetic seven-year-olds trying to sit at a fancy dinner was a recipe for disaster. Eating in a restaurant together when Ian hadn’t bought the dining room out for the night might not be something they were up to for a year or so.
Their house was too large to hear the front door open, but Hazel recognized the sound of Ian’s shoes as he came down the hallway. As did the quads, who all rushed him at once. Hazel came out (slowly) to grab one flailing girl off of him. It was so hard when they outnumbered the adults in the house. However, it had always been that way, and they loved their little monsters.
Ian held a squirming Jack to his side as he leaned in to give Hazel a kiss. “You need to go get ready.”
“So do you,” Hazel pointed out.
Hawk came in. “I can handle it.”
“Not all of them at once,” Hazel said. “Adrienne will be here in a few minutes, and she’ll be able to help you for most of the night.” She crossed her arms. “Why don’t I start getting ready, Ian, and then you can take a turn when I’m ready, or when Adrienne shows up, whichever comes first.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Ian had already kicked off his shoes, and with Jack in his arms, made a running slide down the hallway, to the sounds of squeals and giggles.
“I’m not cleaning up any blood tonight!” Hazel yelled behind her.
Nearly two hours later, the kids were all settled in the video room with their sitter and uncle, and Ian and Hazel were out the door wearing a tux and an evening gown respectively. Hazel shifted her hips, feeling a bit odd to be wearing something so slinky and not at all momish, but that was her life, shifting between roles constantly.
“Don’t be nervous,” Ian said as he opened the car door for her.
“What’s to be nervous about?” Hazel rolled her eyes. “Big speech in front of big-name donors? Receiving an award for human rights work that’s never been given to someone under thirty before?”
Ian slid into the seat beside her and took her hand. “Head up, back straight, mouths smirked. We do this together.”
“Here we go,” Hazel said. She gave him a kiss and rested her head on his shoulder. “Partners.”
THE END
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Chapter One
The town was so small that it didn’t even have name. Carly had been driving for nearly an hour after the last set of ‘you can’t miss it’ directions from a helpful woman with a young goat tucked under her arm, and now she was beginning to question everything.
For example: Had she made a mistake coming to Ireland? Had everything she had ever been told about following her heart been a mistake? Perhaps her grandmother had been fibbing when she left Carly her cottage in the Irish countryside?
A joke at the reading of a will seemed to be in enormous poor taste, but Carly had to admit that she didn’t really know much about such matters. Just three weeks ago, she had been living the slightly dull life of an administrative assistant, and now here she was in Ireland, looking for the little cottage that the lawyer had told her she had inherited from one Colleen Martin, her estranged mother’s mother.
“This can’t be happening,” Carly remembered saying to the lawyer, stunned. He was an older man from Dublin, silver-haired and far too dignified to be dealing with the bewildered twenty-six year old American who was sitting in front of him.
“I can assure you it is,” he said stiffly. “My firm has been handling Mrs. Martin’s affairs for years, and there is no mistake about it. I would have come to you sooner, but there was some trouble locating you.”
