Nine Months

Prologue

"Yes?"

"Yes. My answer is yes." He smiles. Relief washes over me

"Thank you." Unable to keep it together any longer I burst into tears.

"Don't cry okay." He says as I nod my head, still crying. "I only have one condition." He continues.

I wipe my eyes and sober up.

"What's your condition?" I ask, worried that I won't be able to meet it.

"I get to pick their middle names." He says with dead seriousness.

I laugh and cry at the same time. I know it isn't pretty but right not I don't care.

"Okay, you can pick their middle names." I look him in the eyes. "But nothing stupid like Chair or Garage or the names of other inanimate objects or directions."

"Don't worry I won't, do I look like some hippy celeb?" He brings me into a hug. Looking down at me he whispers in my ear. "But Darth Vader is still an option right?"

I look up at him and smile. "We'll see Matt okay."

"I guess you're right, besides we've got loads of time." He says as he holds up the the ultrasound so we can both see the two blobs huddled together, our kids, our twins.