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Don’t let them see you’re weak.

If she couldn’t accept him the way he was, they had no future together.

Besides, he’d been left behind before and survived.

Dio
, but those other women hadn’t battered down his defenses the way Angelina had. He should have stuck to his guns that night at her house. Why did he lower his guard and let her walk away with his heart?

Chapter Fourteen

A
dam helped Karla undress and wrap the flimsy paper gown around her body, which was growing bigger and more beautiful every day. If someone had told him even six months ago he’d be looking forward to becoming a father within a year—and have the hots for a very pregnant wife—he’d have called them drunk or fucking deranged. He’d given up on that dream long ago with Joni.

Until this slip of a girl he helped on to the gyno table came crashing into his life. She awakened long-dormant feelings—and dreams—like that of becoming a father to a tiny baby.

“I’m so nervous.”

Me, too, hon.

He needed to be strong for her, though. “Nothing to be nervous about, Kitten. Doctor Palmer said a few days ago everything’s going well. All the labs are good, heartbeat’s strong. She said it’s good that you can feel the baby moving around now.”

“Yeah, but why do you think she was so insistent on us doing the ultrasound so quickly when before she’d been okay with us not even having one—? Oh!” Karla grabbed her belly.

Adam leaned closer but had no fucking clue what to do to help. “What’s wrong?”

She smiled at him. “Relax. I just felt the baby move. Felt like butterflies, or my ka-thunk moments.”

Adam shook his head. Karla and her ka-thunks. He still had no idea what she was talking about but guessed it either made her want to puke or gave her the feeling she’d lost her stomach as if driving too fast over country roads.

The door opened, and Doctor Palmer entered. She wore a white lab coat and four-inch heels. How the woman could walk in those things all day confounded him.

“How are we doing?”

Karla faced her and smiled. “Fine. A little nervous.” She bit her lower lip but added hastily, “Excited, though!”

“You should be. Seeing your baby on the monitor for the first time, well, the only moment better is when I place the baby on your chest at the delivery. I can even give you some first photos today for your baby’s album. Now, no guarantees we’ll get the baby at the right angle today, but if we do, are you still wanting to keep the sex of the baby secret?”

Karla turned to Adam and smiled. They’d already talked about this. He nodded and she faced the obstetrician. “Absolutely. We want to be surprised. Our nursery won’t be done in traditional colors anyway, and we like the mystery of not knowing.”

“Not a problem. I doubt you’ll be able to tell without some training at reading these things anyway. Sure you wouldn’t prefer the 3D scan? Lots of parents love having them as a keepsake.”

Karla shook her head and Adam agreed. “We don’t want to know the sex and the only reason we’re even doing this scan is because you insisted.” Karla bit her lip. “Are you looking for something in particular?”

As the doctor lifted the gown and squirted lube all over her belly, she began to explain why they were here. “You measured a little bigger than anticipated the other day. Could be any number of things—an error in the conception date, unusual growth, multiples. I just want to have a look, take some measurements, and find out why.”

Adam’s hand began to shake at the rapid-fire, confusing information coming at them. He took Karla’s hand in his to reassure her, but her returning squeeze helped him a little, too. His heart pounded so loudly he doubted he’d be able to hear their baby’s heartbeat over the racket.

They’d originally planned not to have a sonogram because of the possible risks to the baby, but when Doctor Palmer insisted based on Karla’s prenatal checkup a few days ago, they’d been worrying ever since. Despite her trying to keep them calm, he was convinced something was wrong.

The pregnancy book he and Karla read from every night said the baby had reached the age of viability, although Adam didn’t know how anything that tiny could survive if born this prematurely. Given their genetic history—between Adam’s first child being stillborn and Karla’s mom having had two miscarriages—he and Karla couldn’t avoid the risk now.

From the first time he’d heard the swoosh-swoosh of their baby’s heartbeat in January, this kid had a grip on his heart tighter than any Shibari tie he could rig. If anything happened…

Adam stared at the screen on the monitor. Soon they would see their baby for the first time—God, let everything be okay. Not that they’d terminate if the baby was less than perfect. They’d decided that already, too. But they prayed their baby would have no added hurdles. Life was fucking hard enough as it was.

He bent down to kiss Karla and felt the trembling in her lips. The familiar swooshing of the heartbeat filled his ears, and both turned in unison to the monitor.

What looked like a baby’s head came on the monitor. Adam swallowed hard.

“Breathe, Sir,” she whispered.

“I will if you will.”

They watched in silent wonder a moment as the doctor took measurements and photos.

“Look, Adam! The baby’s sucking its thumb! Isn’t that right, Doctor Palmer?”

When the doctor didn’t answer, Adam shifted his gaze and the worried expression on her face caused him to forget to breathe again. She peered closer at the screen and slid the wand a few inches across Karla’s abdomen.

Adam gripped Karla’s hand tighter, but a quick glance at her showed Karla wasn’t aware there might be a problem. She was enthralled with the fascinating miracle they were watching, and he turned back to the monitor. The baby’s head had flipped completely around, surprising him. He relaxed a little. That kind of rapid movement had to be a good sign.

“Karla and Adam, this certainly isn’t what I expected given that I’ve seen you twice already.”

Karla’s hand squeezed his in a death grip, and he leaned down to whisper, “I’ve got you.” She turned to him with a pleading expression on her face, as if he could control anything. So fucking helpless. What was wrong with their baby?

“I said I wouldn’t tell you the sex, but I do have to tell you that you’re having multiples.”

“Mul—” Adam stopped to clear his throat. “Multiple whats?” he whispered hoarsely.

The doctor smiled and turned to them. “Babies. You’re having twins!”

Holy fuck.
Adam was certain the expression of terror on Karla’s face was mirrored on his own. He turned back to the monitor a half-second after Karla did, but neither relaxed his or her hold on each other’s hands.

“Here’s Baby One’s face.” Sure enough, he could make out eyes and a tiny fist pressed against what must be the baby’s mouth. “That’s the one sucking its thumb.”

Holy shit. How did a baby know how to do that already?

Tears blurred his vision and he blinked rapidly until he could see again.

“I’ll snap a photo for the baby albums. You might need to get another book for Baby Two if you already started one.”

Two
babies.

Hell, Karla had been recording her pregnancy journey in the baby’s book since the honeymoon. Now she’d need two books. Two cribs. Two car seats. Two strollers—no, he’d seen tandem ones of those. Adam couldn’t find words to string together in a coherent thought to take in this news.

Doctor Palmer maneuvered the wand through the lube slathered across Karla’s belly. “Do twins run in either of your families?” Before either could answer, she added, “Oh, here’s Baby Montague Two.”

Adam couldn’t make out anything. Damned screen was blurry again. “It’s pronounced
Mon
-tag.”

“Oh, my apologies!”

He didn’t know why correcting the pronunciation of his surname was important at a time like this, but it was. Only there would be two babies carrying his name, not just the one.

“My maternal great-great-grandparents had two sets of twins.” A portrait of Kate Gannon and Johnny Montague hanging in his family’s Black Hills cabin had fascinated Adam as a boy. When he ran away from home, he chose their name as his new one. Why the sudden interest in his heritage, he didn’t know. Maybe because he’d just found out he was having twins to add to his family tree. Seeing that first baby’s head on the screen had brought home pretty fucking fast that he was going to be passing on his name—and taking on a shitload of responsibility.

The doctor finished up, giving Karla the photo strips and a new prescription for iron pills along with instructions to take her vitamins at night if she experience extreme nausea. Doctor Palmer left them alone for her to dress, asking them to meet in her office when ready.

“Adam…”

He glanced in Karla’s direction, and her expression took his breath again a third time. Tears shimmered in her eyes before her face swam in front of him.

“Why are you crying, Kitten?” His voice sounded hoarse.

“Twins, Adam. Are we ready for this?”

I’ll be fucked if I know. I’m not sure I was ready for one yet.

However, Karla didn’t need to hear that right now.

“What are you saying, Kitten? You don’t think we can handle two tiny babies? Hell, we have four months to get ready.”

Her eyes opened wider. “You mean you’re okay with having two at once?”

“Hon, I don’t think we have a choice.” He grinned. “But I learned a long time ago nothing was going to be ordinary or predictable with you.”

She sank into the table with relief, and her face glowed even more than it had all these months. Then her face became worried and her chin quivered. “We don’t even have a place to live yet.”

“Don’t you worry. We’ll find a new agent and start looking at a new place every day until we find one.” Fuck, though, she was right to worry. They hadn’t had any luck finding a suitable house they could afford yet. But he would shut down the club and turn that place into a home if need be, not that he wanted to raise a family in the middle of the city.

Aw, shit, now he was crying, too. Maybe if he ignored the tears, she wouldn’t notice.

Karla reached up and brushed his cheek with her thumb, leaving a cold wetness in her wake and a shocked look on her face. “You know I love you, Adam…” Sounded like a
but
coming so he waited, not sure what she was going to say. She smiled. “…but I haven’t been able to envision you as a hands-on, diaper-changing dad—not right away at least.”

Me either.

He sat up straighter to defend his potential for having—or learning—parenting skills. “How hard can it be with those disposable diapers? At least I won’t poke them with pins. Besides, we can do anything we put our minds to. Hell, there are two of us, too.”

He helped Karla up, and she dressed as quickly as she could. “Sounds like your sperm are responsible for this. We don’t have any twins in my family.”

“No point laying the blame—”

“Who said anything about blame? I think having twins will be amazing. I’m going to treat them as individuals, though. No wearing the same clothes, even if they are the same sex.”

How did she already have them popped out and wearing clothes? Adam still couldn’t wrap his head around how he would be able to provide everything needed for two babies.

Where the hell were they going to live? They hadn’t found any two-bedroom houses they liked in their price range, but did they need to be looking for a three-bedroom now? Of course, when the babies were little, sharing a room would be good for them. Help them bond, not that twins needed any help bonding from what little he knew. He needed to find some training manuals on raising twins just as soon as he got Karla home. They only had four months to figure this out.

Suddenly, the thought of having twins scared the shit out of him.

* * *

After more than two weeks at Luke’s isolated ranch, Angelina more than needed to hang out with her gal pals in Denver, so she jumped at the chance when Karla called to say that Savi needed someone to watch Marisol in order for Damián to take Savi to the club. Apparently, he’d had a breakthrough with her a week ago, and without divulging any information Karla said he didn’t want to impede their progress. Angelina made the two-hour drive to Damián’s in record time.

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