Page 103 of Power Play Daddies

When we finally pull away, I can see the relief in her eyes. I stroke her cheek, making sure she knows I’m serious.

“I love you, Daisy.”

She smiles as she kisses me once more. “I love you, too, Beau.”

I sit there in the waiting room, the sound of the clock ticking louder than my thoughts. Daisy’s in the back, changing into one of those paper gowns. This whole thing is new for me.

I’ve never been to an OB-GYN before. Never thought I’d be here. But here I am.

I’m trying not to look too nervous, but hell, it’s not every day you sit in a doctor’s office and wait to find out about your baby. My fingers tap against my leg, my foot bouncing, because I can’t sit still.

A door creaks open, and the doctor steps in—tall guy, late forties, a bit graying at the temples.

He has that calm, professional vibe. He smiles at us like he’s seen it all.

“Beau, right?” he asks, giving me a nod. “I’m Dr. Ross.”

I manage a smile, trying to look cool. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He looks over at Daisy, now still sitting on the table, her legs hanging off the edge. “And you must be Daisy?”

“Yeah,” she says, her voice a little softer than usual. She’s nervous. I can tell. I move to her side, just to be close.

“All right, so,” Dr. Ross says, turning his attention back to me, “are you the father?”

I can’t help it—I smirk. “One of ’em,” I joke.

He laughs, a short chuckle that feels like it helps take some of the tension out of the room. “Fair enough. All right, Daisy. How are we doing today?”

She shifts on the table, looking a little uncomfortable. “Morning sickness… a lot of it. It’s been tough.”

Dr. Ross jots something down on his clipboard. “That’s pretty common, especially in the first trimester. I’d recommendginger or a little peppermint tea to settle your stomach. And definitely keep hydrated.”

“Okay.” Daisy nods, looking relieved that it’s nothing out of the ordinary.

“Now, let’s check on your little one.” He looks over at me, giving me a knowing look before he steps closer. “Ready for the ultrasound?”

“Yeah,” Daisy says, her voice a little wobbly. “I’m ready.”

The doctor does his thing, and all I manage to do is stand beside her, trying to keep my hands to myself but struggling.

My heart races just a little. I didn’t think I’d be this nervous.

Then we see it—the screen lights up, and I swear I could hear my own breath stop. There’s a tiny flicker, like a pulsing light on the monitor.

I lean in, not sure what I’m looking at, and then the doctor points to the screen.

“You see that?” he says. “There’s one heartbeat.”

I nod, trying to wrap my mind around it. But then he moves the wand a little and—holy shit. There’s another heartbeat.

“Two?” I breathe. “Are you?—”

The doctor laughs. “Yep. Congratulations, you two. You’re having twins.”

Daisy’s eyes widen. She looks at me, and I can see the disbelief on her face. “Twins?”

I just stare at the screen. Holy fuck. Twins.