Chapter Twenty-Nine

[POV: Stephen]

~Fast forward six weeks…~

Trinity and I have taken the day off work. She has another scan today.

We've decided that if everything goes well today, we’ll host a dinner at our place this weekend and announce the pregnancy. She’s already fourteen weeks along.

We’re also hoping that if our little ones decide to cooperate today, we can find out their genders.

Mia is now thirty-nine weeks pregnant and they’re getting antsy.

Their OB has assured them that everything is fine and the baby is engaged now. If she doesn't go into natural labor in the next few days, they’ll consider induction.

I'm thrilled for them and can't wait to meet the newest member of our family.

Two weeks ago, Trinity and I found a house we love and made an offer. It's set to close in ten days, so we’ve been busy shopping and preparing.

Luckily, it’s just a few streets away from our current place. We love the Bunya estate and wanted to stay in the area.

It's also conveniently close to Luke and Todd and Dave and Felicity, which is perfect for us.

I'm in our bathroom, finishing up getting ready for our appointment when my doll walks in.

“Baby, we’re definitely going to have to spill the beans this weekend,” she says. “My pants are already getting too tight. I'm going to be a blimp before we know it.”

I put down the comb and walk over to her, kissing her softly. I wrap her in my arms, gently rubbing her beautiful backside.

“You will never be a blimp, baby. You will be beautifully pregnant with our children. Don't ever call yourself a blimp.”

I pull her into a passionate kiss, holding her close to me as my tongue lovingly explores hers.

I slowly lift her off the floor, holding her close to me as our tongues dance together, a testament to our love for each other.

I slowly break our kiss but I'm not ready to put her down just yet. I turn around and continue to comb my hair so we can get going.

“Go put on some of your sweats, baby, or yoga pants. I want you to be comfortable. We can go shopping after the appointment, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

She reaches up to kiss the back of my shoulders, wrapping her arms around my waist and just holding me for a moment while I finish fixing my hair.

“You good, momma?”

“I am now. I just wanted to hold you for a minute.”

I put the comb down and turn around to face her again, pulling her into me.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing, honest, sweetheart. I'm just a bit hormonal, that's all. I honestly feel fine and nothing is worrying me or upsetting me, yet I feel like I could burst into tears at any second.”

I can't pretend to understand how she is feeling, but I can comfort her and provide her with the reassurance she needs.

“Baby, you do whatever you need to do to make sure you feel okay. If you need to cry, do it and I'll be here to soothe you. If you need to scream, do it, but just let me know so I can put earplugs in first, okay?”

She chuckles at that and squeezes me a bit tighter.

“You're too good to me. I fucking love you so much sometimes it hurts.”

“I know what you mean. I love you, too. Come on, let's get you dressed and get to our appointment.”

“I really hope our little peapods behave today so we can find out what they are.”

“Me too, love.”

I wait in the bedroom while she gets changed and comes out finally. No matter what she wears, she will always look like a goddess in my eyes.

“Grab your jacket too, baby, it's a bit brisk outside today.”

“Got it, ready when you are, sweetheart.”

We head out to the car and I drive us to our appointment.

***

“Trinity and Stephen?” Dr. Carter calls for us.

“Dr. Carter, nice to see you again,” Trinity smiles.

“Good morning, Dr. Carter.”

“And how are my three patients feeling today?”

“Not too bad, thank you. Sickness has finally arrived, but I'm slowly learning what to avoid to keep it under control. Mostly the fatigue and headaches are still giving me grief.”

“We'll do a quick test just to check your iron levels too, but it sounds all very normal for this stage.” She clasps her hands together. “Now, are we ready to get up and have a look at these little two?”

“Definitely ready,” I say. “And hoping they play nice for us.”

“So, mom and dad have decided? If we can see today then you would like to know the genders?”

“Yes please!”

Trinity smirks. “We figured finding out there were two of them is enough of a surprise for us.”

We all share a laugh as my wife gets up onto the examination table.

“You ready, daddy?” she asks, smiling up at me.

“I’ve never been more ready, love.”

I give her a gentle kiss and stand up by her head, my arm resting on the bed and stroking her hair gently, my other hand holding hers.

Dr. Carter gets Trinity's favorite gel ready and starts to have a look. We wait eagerly until she finally turns the monitor to us.

“Here we go. Your beautiful little gems are measuring exactly as they should and everything is reading as we like. Would you like to hear their heartbeats?”

“Can we?” my voice cracks.

“Absolutely you can!”

I look down at my wife and start smiling into her loving eyes as the sound of our babies’ heartbeats fills us with joy.

“That's the most incredible sound I've ever heard,” I say, holding back tears.

“It’s perfect…” Trinity says dreamily.

“You're perfect, Trinity. I can't believe you did this.” I kiss her on her forehead and whisper thank you to her.

“Now, I'm just going to see if we can get these two moving around a bit and get a better angle to check on genders. Just give me a few minutes okay?”

“All being well, I should be able to get you a few stills to show, also,” the doctor adds.

We sit there, holding our breaths, watching Dr. Carter do her thing. We're hoping, praying, that we'll finally get the news we've been waiting for.

I watch her press a few buttons, then she sets the transducer aside and turns to face us.

“Alright, here's the good news,” she begins, “It seems like your little ones are ready for their mom and dad to know them a bit better. I've managed to get clear images of both, which gives us a precise idea of their genders.”

We exchange a hopeful smile, and my wife's grip on my hand tightens.

“Congratulations, you two,” she announces, “You're going to have a little girl and a little boy!”