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“Ohmygod!” I gasp as Jayne makes some adjustments to the image, and two tiny heartbeats come through the speaker into clear focus on the monitor.

“I, I…” I turn back to Jensen, whose head is dropped between his shoulders.

When I squeeze his hand, he raises his head, and I see the tears shining in his eyes. “Two?” he croaks out and then clears his throat. “We have two babies?”

“Yes, both with healthy, strong heartbeats.”

“Wow.” I watch the screen in awe—in awe of nature, of my body, and the magic unfolding before me. The whole experience feels surreal.

“Congratulations to you both. You have an instant family.” Jayne begins cleaning me up. “As you’re eight weeks, you do now have the option of a blood test to determine the sex of the babies. Is this something you would like? It’s a very personal choice, of course.”

I look over at Jensen, who gives me a nod, indicating it’s my call. “Can we make that decision afterward? It’s just with this news and all the information…” Plus, I kind of had my heart set on finding out the sex via a scan. Something about that feels more special.

Jayne smiles. “Of course. Your next scan will be scheduled for eighteen weeks, and there is an opportunity to find out then, when you’ve had more time to talk.”

Jensen squeezes my hand in reassurance and then rises from his chair and stands over me, placing a chaste kiss on my forehead before whispering, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

The driveback to my apartment is drenched in silence, John Legend playing softly in the background.

Jensen eventually speaks first. “The season will be in full swing in March.”

Jayne mentioned that with twins, I’m unlikely to go the full term, but even if they do deliver the babies early, it will still be right in the middle of the NHL season.

Babies, as in more than one. I will not hyperventilate. I. Will. Not.

I swear to God, if someone had told me back in June that I’d be expecting twins in March with Jensen Jones, I’d have checked on their drug of choice.

“I’ll have plenty of people around if anything happens and you’re not with me.”

“Hmmm.” He signals to take a left onto my street. “I’m going to buy us an SUV. Your Mercedes is too small, and I want something safer.”

He’s probably right about my A-Class. “This is fine,” I say, looking around his Tesla.

“I’ll keep it because it’s a great car. But I want something bigger for family days.”

“What did you have in mind?”

He looks over at me, his sunglasses hiding his eyes but not his smirk. “For the car or family days?”

I can’t help myself; I want to know. “Family days.”

“Well, first, we’ll need a bigger trunk for a double stroller. Then, we’ll need to buy a bigger diaper bag for double the stuff. Then you’ve got all the toys and equipment.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“And my girl. She doesn’t travel light.”

“You never stop, do you? Any excuse to goad me.”

He pulls into the allocated visitor space next to my car and takes off his glasses. “I’m not goading you, Princess. I just want you to stop fooling yourself.”

He climbs out of the car and rounds it, pulling my passenger door open. Holding out his hand, I slip mine into his for the second time today. “I’ll give you one thing.”

He waggles his brows at me in jest. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“You’re more of a gentleman than I gave you credit.”

We walk across to the stairwell and begin climbing the couple of flights to my apartment. “You are going to make some lucky girl very happy one day.”