Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Sorry, Ma,” Ty says, but the bastard is grinning like a kid.
“Okay, then,” Dr. Summers announces. “Now, are you ready to see your baby, Daisy?”
Daisy nods, inhales a deep breath, and her eyes become riveted to the screen.
For once in her life, my wife is speechless, and I can’t stop myself from stepping closer to her side and taking her fingers in mine. I lift her hand to my mouth and press a soft kiss to the back of it.
I can still hear my fucking brothers whispering about their goddamn bets behind me, but when the vision of a tiny, fluttering heart is on the big ultrasound screen, I can’t focus on anything else.
“Well…Daisy…this is Baby A,” Dr. Summers announces, and Ty is the first one to start asking stupid questions.
“Baby A? You guys already named your kid?”
“And this, right here, is Baby B.”
“What’s A-B stand for, Flynn? That some kind of acronym?” Uncle Brad questions, but I’m too busy blinking my eyes one thousand fucking times.
“Uh…um…” Daisy mutters and looks up at me. “W-what did…?” Her eyes shoot back to the doctor. “I’m sorry, but did you just say Baby A and B? As in, t-two babies?”
“I did.” Dr. Summers smiles. “You’re having twins.”
Instantly, the room erupts into fucking chaos.
“Whaaaaaaat?”
“Twins! I’m going to have two more grandbabies!”
“Dude, this is nuts!”
And all I can do is stand there, holding my wife’s hand against my chest, and look at the two profiles of Daisy’s and my babies.
Twins. My wife is having twins.
“Flynn…I don’t even know what to say,” Daisy whispers, and I lean down to press a kiss to her lips.
“Me either.” A shocked laugh escapes my lips. But when I stare into her eyes, a thin sheen of emotion blurs my vision. “I love you.”
Her lip quivers. “I love you too.”
“We usually have to wait until your twenty-week ultrasound to find out what you’re having, but Daisy, I know the sex of your babies. Would you like me to tell you?” Dr. Summers asks, and Daisy nods.
“You’re having two boys, and since they share a placenta, I’m pretty sure they’re identical.”
And just like that, the room is back to chaos.
“Two more Winslow boys! Holy shit! Watch out, world!”
“I can’t believe this!”
“You owe me fifty bucks, bro!”
But when I look down at my wife with tears welling up her eyes and a smile cresting her lips, I swear, she’s never looked more beautiful or happy than she does right now.
Damn, this woman, she’s made my life.
“Well, I guess this all only really leaves me with one option,” Ty says cryptically, stealing the thunder in a room full of showboats.
“And what’s that?” Winnie asks smartly, a sarcastic grin lighting up her space.
Ty scoffs. “To fall in love, obviously,” he says with a duh-like shake of his head. “And to do it bigger and better than the rest of you.”
Famous last words, bro. Joking or not, those are some very famous last words.
THE END