Page 121 of Aaron's Patience

“What’s wrong?” I demanded of the doctor.

His bushy, greying eyebrows were raised. “It looks like twins.” He stood up straight. “You already have twins, right?”

Patience nodded. “A boy and a girl…”

He nodded as my eyes volleyed between the two of them.What the hell’s going on?

“They were fraternal. Looks like these twins are identical.”

“Twins,” I stated, hardly unable to believe it.

“Are they all right?” Patience asked, fear lacing her voice.

“They look healthy so far. No heartbeat but from the size you look to be about four weeks. I recommend making an appointment with your OB as soon as possible. I’m going to leave some of this ointment for your wrists…” he continued.

I listened intently as he told us that he didn’t believe she had any broken bones in her face or ribs. Just some severe bruising that would take a few days to go down and weeks to heal. He showed me how to properly dress the bandages on her wrists and recommended after a couple of days to leave the bandages off entirely for better healing. After about thirty minutes, he was leaving with assurances that he’d back the following day.

My father, followed by Joshua and Carter, entered the room.

“We’re going to be uncles again, huh?” Josh questioned, a small smile at his lips.

Patience returned his smile with a small one of her on. “Twice over.”

All three faces widened in shock.

“Twins,” I affirmed, pulling my wife into me.

“You really know how to knock it out of the park, don’t you?” Carter teased. “You keep this up and you’ll be stuck with this guy forever,” he said to Patience.

I narrowed my gaze on him, but felt her look up at me. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”

Her words pulled me back, staring down into her face. My heart squeezed at the fact that I could only see one of those sepia orbs I loved so much.

“We should bring the kids over–” my father began.

“No.” Patience shook her head, surprising all four of us. “I don’t want them to see me like this.”

Pain seared me.

“They’ll be frightened.”

“Are you sure?” I questioned.

She nodded. “Tomorrow.”

My father agreed to stay at our house with my mother and the children for the night, while Patience remained with me at Townsend Manor.

“You sure about this?” I questioned again as the three exited the room, closing the door behind them.

She nodded. “Yeah. I know they’re safe at home.” She buried her face into my chest again.

“How did you find me?” she finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

I went to tell her it was Brutus and his team that helped track Sam down, but what came out was the truth. “I had help…supernatural help.”

She sat up, giving me an odd look.

I wanted to tell her she needed to rest but I couldn’t. Per doctor’s orders, she couldn’t go to sleep for another eight to ten hours due to fear of a possible concussion from the blow she’d received earlier.