“Holy shit, honey. We’re having twins.”
My gaze went to Dr. Bay and she nodded. “Yes. Sorry, I wanted to make sure I double checked before I said anything.” She winked at me. “I should have known you’d figure it out Dr. Silverman.”
“Twins. I’m having twins.” Tears slid down Annabelle’s cheek and I wiped them away. She had a mega-watt smile on her face.
Standing up I leaned over and brushed my lips over hers. “Yeah honey, we’re having twins.” I sat down and stared at the screen.
“They’re fraternal twins. You’re measuring at six weeks. Would you like to hear each of their heart beats?”
“Yes.” I all but yelled. Annabelle nodded frantically. Six weeks I thought as I listened to each of my boy’s heartbeats. Silvermans didn’t have girls so I knew they were boys. That would mean she got pregnant pretty much the first time we had sex.
“Oh God, isn’t that amazing?” Annabelle whispered as the beating resonated around the room.
Dr. Bay smiled at me. “I’m assuming you want pictures?”
“Yes. Yes, of course.”
“Okay. Well everything looks perfect with those two. I assume that Dr. Silverman has already told you about the vitamins you should be taking and what you can and can’t eat.”
“Yes, not that I can keep anything down,” Annabelle mumbled.
“From what Dr. Silverman has told me and what we have gathered, you have of Hyperemesis Gravidarum. If this continues I will be seeing a lot of you. I usually do monthly appointments until twenty-eight weeks with twins and then fortnight and when you reach thirty-four weeks, weekly appointments. Are you are happy with me continuing your care?”
Dr. Bay wasn’t looking at me. She knew I wanted her to be the one who cared for Annabelle. She was the best and that’s all I wanted for my woman. Annabelle squeezed my fingers and I looked at her. She stared at me with a raised brow. “Dr. Bay is the best. I wouldn’t let anyone other than the number one touch you honey.”
Annabelle smiled and pointed to the cup on the bedtable that held ice in it. She sucked on one for a moment then put it back and then turned back to Dr. Bay. “Yes. I would like for you to continue my care please.” The fluids were helping and she was starting to get a little color back. “Thank you.”
Dr. Bay smiled and handed Annabelle our photos. “There are your pictures.” The nurse handed her Annabelle’s charts. “At the moment you’ll be here for at least two days. There’ll be no going home until you’ve been hydrated and are keeping fluids down. I’ll be back to check and talk to you tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks.” Annabelle didn’t look happy about her stay here.
“Thank you Dr. Bay. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stood up and shook her hand.
Dr. Bay nodded to Annabelle. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Annabelle smiled before putting an ice cube in her mouth. Going back to the chair, I sat and reached over for the photos of our babies. Getting up I slowly eased onto the bed, careful of Annabelle. “Oh honey, look what we made.” I kissed her cheek as I held the photos out for her to see. “Thank you my beautiful Annabelle.” I wiped the tears that were sliding down her cheek.
“No, thank you. I’m going to be a mummy.”
“Yes, you are. You’re going to be an amazing mother too. I’m so blessed to have kidnapped you and made you fall in love with me.”
Annabelle’s giggle turned into a groan as she turned and grabbed a vomit bag. I rubbed her back and handed her tissues when she was done.
“I’m sorry it’s like this for you honey.”
“I’m happy to be pregnant and all I want is our babies to be healthy,” she moaned. “Looks like we won’t be getting married before these two little ones come, not if I’m sick like this.”
“Oh honey, never underestimate my family and from what I’ve learned your mother. If we give them a date and you’re doing better I bet we could have a wedding and you’d have had input.”
She sighed and relaxed back into the bed as best you could with a hospital bed. “Don’t get used to hearing this but…you’re right.”
Chuckling, I kissed her forehead. “I can be sometimes. I love you Annabelle.”
“I love you too, Carl.”
Gently holding her to me, I stroked her back in a soothing motion until she fell asleep.
Annabelle
Carl had been right. His family came to the hospital and so did my mother to help plan my wedding. I’d spent most of my time in the hospital. I was over seven months pregnant and ready to walk down the aisle. My Hyperemesis gravidarum didn’t die down until I was nineteen weeks, and I practically lived in the hospital the whole time. With everything Carl ended up getting to make my pregnancy better, I could have stayed home, but he was so worried about any complication so I stayed there.