Title: Double Vision
Time: February 2020
POV: Eve
I was sitting at the doctors office with Michael, waiting for my 20 week scan. Michael was taping his foot nervously whilst gripping tightly onto my hand. We were hoping to find out if we were having a boy or a girl and it really was nerve wracking.
"Everything will be fine sweetie..." I whispered to him, lazing one hand on my officially noticable bump.
"I guess so, I mean there's really nothing that can go wrong." Michael said, visibily relaxing a bit and drooping his shoulders, "We're too late in the game for twins anyway."
"That's the spirit. I know for a fact that there's nothing wrong health-wise, I just know" I reassured him
"I love you," he whispered, kissing me on the cheek.
"I love you too."
You know how a couple minutes seems like a couple hours were your waiting at the doctors? Well, I was totally feeling it. Like Michael, I was little bit nervous, but I was mor excited than anything. Even if we couldn't find out the gender today, we'd still get too see or baby again.
I wanted a boy. Michael wanted a girl. I wanted a mini-Michael (I'd also heard that boys were easier). For Michael, it was a bit more compliacated. He wanted a daughter that he could protect and love. He'd always been protective of those that he loved. He wouldn't let anybody even look at me the wrong way and when Claire first came to the Glass House, he saw Claire as a little sister. He was amazing with Carrie too. I mean, I don't know any other men who would dress up as Santa to entertain their 5-year-old neice, do you?
"Eve Glass?" I heard the nurse call as Michael and I stood up.
Our sonagrammer was really kind and kept asking how I felt and what symptoms I'd been experiencing and I couldn't lie, as far as pregnancies goes, I'd been lucky. I'd experienced a little nasuea at the beginning but it quickly went away.
She put the cold little gooey thing (like seriously, what is that actually called) on my stomach and then waved her little stick (another thing I don't know the name for).
"Okay Eve, in a second, we should hear the baby's heartbeat." My OBGYN, Laura, told us, "Here we go..."
There was a steady thump as the soft rhythm of a heartbeat filled the room. But something was off, the heartbeat wasn't alone. Wait. That can't be right. Ther was more than one heartbeat?
"Oh." Laura sighed, "It seems that we missed something last time"
My own heart was racing now and probably so was Michaels as she said the dreaded words "You're having twins."
Twins. As in two. TWO. Michael and I had wanted two children, that wasn't the problem. But we'd expected at least a few years to prepare for the second and to go from a family of 2 to a family of 4 was cary.
We had a nursery ready, for ONE. We had a spare bedroom, for ONE. We had names picked out, for ONE. We would have completely change everything!
Michael and I were still shocked and it wasn't until we got home that it settled in. We were having two babies.
"Twins..." Michael muttered as he sat at the table with his head in his hands.
"Yep," I confirmed, slumping down next to him, "Twins."
Michael looked up at me and smiled, "I guess twins could be cool."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I mean, its double the money and double the work but it's a ready made family and twins usually grow up to be close."
"Yeah," I smiled widely, "You're right."
I put my hand gently on my stomach, thought about the babies that were in there and couldn't help but smile: twins.
