Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
Britney
Weeks later
My heart was pounding in my chest. The technician at the doctor’s office placed jelly on my belly but took tons of pictures without answering what anything meant.
She finished and directed us to the doctor’s office. I still felt gooey from the gel and was a bundle of nerves otherwise. As we waited, I fixed my clothes.
I gripped Michael’s hand as I asked, “Do you think it means anything that the technician couldn’t tell us anything?”
Michael smiled at me and said, “Let’s have the doctor tell us what’s going on, darling.”
“I’m scared,” I said quickly.
The last time I was in a doctor’s office, everything had changed for me. The only good decision I made was to tell Michael. Being honest was all I needed from then on out.
As the doctor came in, Michael kissed my hand and said, “We’re here together.”
“Okay.” I nodded.
The doctor took a seat behind his desk. We stared at him, and Michael broke the silence first.
“So, Doctor, what it is?”
He smiled at us. “You’re having twins.”
“What?”
He nodded. He opened his computer and typed something quickly, saying, “Fraternal twins. Do you want the results of the blood tests that includes the gender?”
I’d said yes to all the genetic testing because I wasn’t the type to just let things be. I needed to prepare for all events with research and study, just as I would for any work challenge. So I met his gaze and kept it simple. “Yeah, I need to know how to decorate and mentally prepare myself.”
Michael straightened in his seat. “Yes.”
The doctor then said, “Congratulations. You’re having a girl and a boy.”
I pressed a hand to my stomach. The first trimester was over, but that explained why I was growing so quickly.
“Seriously?” I said. “Why didn’t the doctors in London tell me this?”
“What were you there for?”
“Stress.”
“They were checking your general health, then,” the doctor said. “Either way, everything is perfect—no problems at all—though you need to continue to stay calm.”
“I will,” I said quickly.
Michael’s face was white as he pushed his chair back. “Thank you so much. We have a lot to discuss, it seems.”
“Have a good day,” I said before we walked out together.
Michael was my rock, and I assumed he’d be happy though his phone kept buzzing with texts.
He quickly read. When we made it outside the door, I asked, “What’s going on, darling?”
He met my gaze. “I’m nervous about two.”
I was too, but I took his hand and said, “We each have two hands, and we’re working together. So we’ll figure it all out.”
As we headed to the limo, he said, “Until you start your own firm.”
I shook my head. That was impossible. I didn’t want or need to run an empire since we already had one together.
So I scooted inside and said, “No. I’m going to focus on helping my family and friends and ensuring our children and their children and their children after them are provided for, but I do want a hot dog with whole-grain mustard.”
His phone beeped again, and he read all the messages. I forgot my stomach for a moment when I saw Michael’s huge eyes.
“What’s that?” I asked.
He handed me the phone and said, “My father’s new doctor says he’s in remission.”
I read the messages from his father’s lawyers. If he lived, we would have fewer responsibilities for a while, other than supervising his parents’ spending habits and monitoring activities.
I hugged his arm and said, “Amazing. Call them and tell them about the twins. Everyone loves good news.”
“Glad you feel that way. I love you,” he said.
He held my hand and said, “Me too. We have the rest of our lives now.”
I thought he was sexy as fuck as he spoke to his parents and took care of his family with as much care as he took care of me. I’d truly lucked out. I’d never sought love, but at that moment, I had no idea how I’d ever lived without Michael.
He was wonderful. As he hung up the phone, he kissed my cheek, and we stopped at a hot dog stand.
I gave myself a pass to indulge in the fast food, and I would work my butt off in the gym once the babies were born so that I could rock the next year’s clothes.
Being a marchioness in New York put the whole world of fashion in my cell phone.