For Him (Tracob)

Troye's pov

The next couple of weeks are a blur. I have about a dozen interviews set to promote my new album, which came out a couple months ago. The world is yelling for a tour, but I won't be going on one for a couple years at least, which makes me sad, but I know it'll be worth it to stay home with the baby. I almost let the news about our baby slip out at least 4 or 5 times but I catch myself every time thankfully.

Some paparazzi snake sneaks a picture of Jacob and I kissing outside a restaurant, so that gets spread around but it's not that big a deal. We've been together for 5 years now, who's surprised.

We tell all our friends the baby news, and warn them not to breathe a word till we go public. We FaceTime Kayla and Kerri, my best friends from home and they shriek and exclaim excitedly and we all spend more than 2 hours discussing the topic endlessly. Hari screams and hugs us both. Marc thinks we're pranking him for about half an hour until we finally convince him we're not. Ruthie bursts into tears and holds us both for a long time, while Jed just stares, and sits down to take a breather. Everyone is happy.

Jacob and I tick off the second month of pregnancy off, only 7 left to go, and week by week we wait as the baby goes from a sunflower seed to a blueberry to a raspberry to a strawberry in size. In the middle of this all, I find time to spend with Charlie, who I text probably every day, and who has become something of a sweet friend to me, which is surprising because I don't usually warm up to people so quickly.

At 11 weeks we go for our first ultrasound, which gives both Jacob and I no end of excitement. We're 15 minutes early to the appointment. When Charlie arrives, she makes a beeline for us, grinning broadly in her oversized pumpkin colored sweater.

"Guess what?"

"What is it?"

She raised her sweater up a bit to reveal her camisole-clad stomach and i realize it's not flat anymore. It pokes out just a bit in the smallest most precious bump ever. I grip Jacob's arm as it hits me hard that the baby in there is ours. His eyes are wide and soft as he looks at her.

"Can I-?" Jacob asks softly, reaching out a hand, and Charlie grabs his hand and puts it on her tummy before he can even finish the sentence. He looks at me, awe painted in his face. "That's our baby." He mouths, and I force myself not to cry. I don't have to cry about everything. But I can't help wanting to.

The doctor takes us into her office a couple minutes later. She's a younger, friendly looking woman, who tells us to call her Doctor Avery.

"So, how's everything going?" She asks Charlie, as the latter gets situated on the examination table.

Charlie nods happily. "Really well, as far as I can tell. I'm feeling good."

"Any morning sickness or discomfort?" Doctor Avery asks, consulting her clipboard.

"I had a touch of nausea last week, but nothing else."

"Good good. I'm just going to do the ultrasound now, sound good?"

I stand at the edge of the bed as the doctor preps the ultrasound machine. Jacob is right behind me, his arms around my waist.

"Is this your first baby?" The doctor asks us as she works. We nod, and she gives us a smile. "Congratulations. You must be excited. And nervous"

"We are," I tell her."Both."

"To be expected. Alright here we go. I'd walk you through the process, Charlie dear, but I happen to know this is your 6th baby. I delivered at least 3 of them myself." She adds to Jacob and I, pushing Charlie's shirt up, and squirting the contents of a small bottle on her stomach. I'm not sure what it is, but frankly it sort of looks like lube. She rubs it around thoroughly, her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise.

"A little more of a bump than you usually find at 11 weeks, I feel like. What do you think, Charlie?"

She shrugs. "I'm not sure, do you think it is?"

Jacob frowns. "Is that a bad thing?"

Doctor Avery shakes her head. "Doubtful. Carrying mother's all grow at their own pace, I'm just observing. Alright, here we go." An image appears in the ultrasound monitor, and somewhere in that grainy black and white mess is our baby. The thought makes me warm, and I feel Jacob's arms tighten around me. The doctor presses the little hand held thing, a transducer, to Charlie's stomach, moving it around to change the image on the screen. "We have to wait a minute for the machine to pick it up, but pretty soon you'll hear heartbeats."

I strain my ears, desperate to catch the sound. Doctor Avery moves the transducer around, and then stops, doing a double take, and listening intently. "Oh," she murmurs softly, repeating the action, a little crease in her eyebrows.

I grip the edge of the table, leaning in. "Is something wrong?"

She looks up at me, breaking her concentration. "Um, well, I'd like you to listen to this." She moves the transducer around again. "So, listen closely. This is Charlie's heartbeat."

A steady, low pulse can be heard from the monitor.

"And this...is the baby's heartbeat."

A much softer, delicate beat sounds, and my heart melts just a little more, but Doctor Avery is still talking. "And if I move here, to this side...yep, that's a third heartbeat."

I look up at her blankly. "A what?"

She nods her head matter of factly. "Three heartbeats, means two babies. You have twins on the way ."