Chapter 33
Megan
Pregnant. I’m pregnant.
We tried for nearly a year. It broke me that it wasn’t happening. And the second I stop obsessing, the second we decide we’re not ready, the second we take actual precautions…it happens?
My brain can’t catch up.
Mason is quiet. Completely still. His eyes are shiny—not quite tears, not quite shock, just full. Full of everything he can’t say fast enough.
“Mason,” I breathe.
He leans forward, resting his forehead gently against mine, and for a second I feel like I’m going to pass out again.
“You’re pregnant,” he whispers, voice shaking.
A tear slips down my cheek. Then another.
A laugh stumbles out of me. Broken, breathy, half sob. “I’m scared.”
He cups my cheeks, wiping a tear with his thumb. “Don’t be.”
“That doesn’t help,” I whisper with a shaky breath.
His quiet laugh mixes with mine, fragile but real, and he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I didn’t think this would happen. Not like this.”
“I know,” he says. “But this is what it looks like when it’s not on our timing.”
I breathe in slowly, leaning into him as I sit with it all. It’s like God is whispering, See? I’ve had you the whole time.
Mason’s fingers tangle with mine just as the curtain rustles.
Dr. Sneed steps in again, a kind smile softening her face. “All good? You want another minute?”
I shake my head. “No, I think we’re good.” I laugh and she steps closer.
“Great. Well, since there was a fainting episode, and we only discovered the pregnancy because of labs, we’d like to do a quick ultrasound before you go home. Just to make sure everything looks good.”
I glance at Mason. His knee is bouncing, his hand grabbing mine instantly when I reach for him.
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “We’d like that.”
Dr. Sneed wheels the machine closer. “Your hCG levels came back higher than expected for the date of your last reported period.”
I blink. “Is that…bad?”
“No,” she says gently. “It can mean a few different things.”
My pulse kicks. The cold gel hits my lower stomach, and Mason squeezes my hand just as the machine hums to life. A gray wash fills the screen with shadows and shapes that don’t look like anything monumental.
The doctor stills her hand.
“Well,” she says lightly, “that explains the hCG level.”
Mason straightens beside me. “What does?”
She turns the monitor slightly, adjusts the angle, and points.
“There’s baby…and there’s another baby.”
My heart stops. My hand covers my mouth. And I look at my Mason. My vision blurs instantly as tears spill over, hot and unstoppable.
Mason exhales a shaky, disbelieving breath. “Holy crap.”
Dr. Sneed smiles like this is her favorite part of the job. “Given today’s fainting episode, I recommend rest and hydration. But both babies look excellent. You’re measuring exactly where you should be given your last cycle.”
I don’t even know what to say, I’m still shocked. Twins. So I just nod, crying and laughing at the same time.
The doctor finishes up and steps out with a promise to bring discharge papers. When the curtain falls shut, it’s just us again.
Mason sits beside me on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor for a second like he’s trying to absorb the information…then looks up at me with the softest, wildest, happiest expression I’ve ever seen on his face.
“Twins,” he whispers. “We’re having twins, Meg.”
Another sob-laugh bursts out of me. “Are you okay?”
“No.” He laughs, breath shaky. “Absolutely not. But also…yes. I’m happy.”
His forehead presses to mine, and the world settles around us.
And right here, I feel peace. Overwhelming, quiet, God-given peace. Like He’s whispering, I didn’t forget you. I was preparing something bigger.
Mason breathes out a soft, awestruck laugh against my forehead.
“Nothing crazy, huh?”