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Aria’s POV
I blinked rapidly, trying to process what I’d just heard while the rapid whooshing heartbeats still echoed in my ears. My
fingers gripped the edge of the paper-covered table so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
“You’re carrying twins,” the doctor confirmed, her voice gentle but matter-of-fact. She rotated the ultrasound monitor
toward me with practiced ease, leaning in as she pointed to the grainy black and white image. “See here? This little
pulsing blob is Baby A.” Her fingertip traced a small, bean-shaped outline. “And right here—” she moved her finger
slightly to the right “—is Baby B.”
I stared at the screen, my mouth hanging slightly open. Two heartbeats. Two babies. My chest tightened until I could
barely breathe, each shallow gasp making the paper gown crinkle loudly in the quiet room. The walls seemed to pulse
inward with each beat of my racing heart.
“I… but…” Words failed me completely as hot tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. My trembling hand found its way to my abdomen—still flat and firm beneath my touch, betraying no sign of the bombshell it contained. Two tiny lives.
She handed me a tissue to wipe away the gel, her movements gentle and practiced. “Multiple pregnancies are actually
quite common among werewolves, especially with an Alpha father. The chances increase significantly.”
I nodded mechanically, though the information barely registered. One baby had seemed manageable—challenging, yes,
but doable. Two babies? My tiny apartment suddenly felt impossibly small in my mind, the financial calculations I’d
carefully worked out now completely useless.
“That explains the severity of your morning sickness,” the doctor said. She adjusted her glasses, studying me with a
clinical gaze that somehow remained compassionate. “It’s not just your compromised wolf physiology—twin pregnancies
typically produce much stronger symptoms.”
My mouth felt desert-dry as I finally managed to speak. “The babies…” I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my
ribs. “Will they be okay? With my condition, I mean—without my wolf to protect them?”
The doctor’s expression softened, crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of her eyes as she placed a reassuring hand on my
arm. “We’ll be monitoring all three of you very carefully,” she promised, passing me several glossy printouts of the
ultrasound. My fingers trembled as I accepted them, unable to tear my eyes away from those two tiny blobs that had just
upended my entire existence. “I’ll adjust your supplements and medications specifically for a twin pregnancy. And I’d like
to see you weekly instead of every other week now.”
She launched into a detailed explanation of nutrition requirements, warning signs to watch for, and the eventual need for
bed rest, but her words faded to a distant buzz as panic flooded my system.
And then there was Ethan.
My stomach clenched painfully at the thought of him. How could I possibly tell him? What words could possibly convey
“Remember that night at the hospital when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other? Surprise! Here come two babies
instead of one!”
“Aria?” The doctor’s voice snapped me back to reality. She was watching me with concern etched across her features,
clipboard clutched against her chest. “Do you have any questions for me?”
“Not right now,” I managed through stiff lips, accepting the thick folder of information she pressed into my hands.
Twenty minutes later, I sat frozen behind the wheel in the medical center parking lot, staring at the ultrasound image with
its helpfully labeled “Baby A” and “Baby B” arrows. My reflection in the rearview mirror looked like a stranger—pale as
moonlight, eyes wide with shock, a faint tremble visible in my lower lip.
“Twins,” I whispered, the word sounding foreign on my tongue. My hand drifted to my abdomen, pressing gently against
the place where two little lives were secretly growing. “You two couldn’t make this easy on me, could you?”
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A sound erupted from my chest—half laugh, half sob—echoing in the quiet car. Of course this would happen. Of course
the universe would throw this curveball just when I thought I was getting my balance back. Twins. Double everything.
I turned the key in the ignition but my hand froze there, unable to complete the simple motion of shifting into drive. A warm flush crept up my neck as my mind wandered back to that night with Ethan at the hospital—that night that had
changed everything.
God, the memory alone made my skin tingle. The desperate way his fingers had tangled in my hair. The hungry press of
his mouth against mine. The way his hands had moved across my body like he was memorizing every curve. I could
almost feel the heat of his breath against my neck again, hear the low growl that had rumbled through his chest when I’d
whispered his name.
We’d crashed together like two stars colliding—wild, desperate, completely reckless. We’d been too consumed by each
other, too lost in that moment where nothing existed beyond the electricity sparking between us. My cheeks burned
hotter at the memory.
And now here I sat, gripping my steering wheel with white knuckles, staring at the most unexpected consequence
imaginable—doubled.
“Oh, Ethan,” I whispered, tracing my fingertip over the fuzzy outlines of the two tiny beans on the ultrasound picture.
Twins. Ethan’s twins. Growing inside me.