The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

10

"This dude Jake, man...total douche!" Mason was retelling parts of the encounter with Sloan as he ate a bowl of cereal. "He called our Polly...get this...Polly Pocket! Like the fucking tiny ass doll!" Mason pointed at Polly with his spoon. "And she let him!"

"Uh huh, just like I let him fuck my daughter," she grumbled as she sat down between the men at the table with her coffee.

Michael chuckled. "And here I thought her nickname was Polly-amory. At first, I thought Pollyanna - but our girl's not innocent anymore," he said with a wink.

"Nice one's, bruh!" Mason laughed, knowing Michael was not a fan of 'bruh.' "Anywaaaay, Jake was the worst. Now that I think back, it was a little skeevy to have him at those swim team parties. Pedo shit right there," Mason said as he tried to shake off the memory as he munched some Froot Loops. "Damn dude is way too old for a teen much less..."

Michael looked at Polly and smirked. "Oh no, I agree," Polly said shaking her head. "The dude is too old. Even though he is younger than me. I'd like to fucking wring his..."

"Sorry, Pol. You aren't old," Mason then continued his rant, "You know the guys that wear sunglasses on the back of their neck even though they have a glasses strap? The strap like hanging down like a neoprene necklace. This guy. And the guys that frost the tips of their spiked hair? Totally this douche. Oh! And there is a one hundred percent chance he has brass balls hanging from the back of his lifted truck. Huge douche."

Michael and Polly laughed. "Well, shit...sounds like every guy in this town," Michael said. "Like your buddy...what was his name...Adam?" Michael still has a bit of that green eyed monster.

"Shut up," Mason whispered. "So Pol, seeing the doctor tomorrow huh?" Effectively changing the subject.

"Mhm, and since you have class, Michael is taking me," Polly said eyeing the man in question with a pained expression. He is going to be impossible.

"I can't fucking wait!" Michael said as he sat back in his chair with a shit eating grin. "Ya know, twins run in my family. We could hear two...not one...but two heartbeats!" He held up two fingers in a V. Excuse me, what the fuck?

"Um, Michael, you didn't think this was something to mention...like before I agreed to...you know," Polly said wide eyed.

"Wouldn't that be fucking awesome?!" He continued like Polly hadn't said anything.

"Yup, likely C-section. Early birth. Complications. Two babies...at the same time, Michael!" Polly was now on her feet pacing.

"You would have done it anyway," Michael said watching her circle the room.

"Done what?"

"Let me put a baby in you," he smirked.

"Ugh!" She groaned in frustration. Mainly because he was right. "Fine, whatever. Nothing we can do about it now."

"And if not twins this time...there is always next time..."

***

"So doc, two or one?" Michael asked excitedly.

"Huh?" The doctor said as he sat down behind his desk. "Um, we haven't even done the exam..."

"Um, yea so...just kinda excited," Michael said tapping the arm of his chair. "You did take a...sample though..."

"Yes, I was going to say congratulations, Ms Carter," the doctor offered with a big grin.

"Thank you," Polly said as she glancing at Michael's wide smile. "This is Michael Bannon, the father-to-be."