Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
She waits for me to acknowledge her, so I nod. “Got it, next?”
“Anything that goes with the word big, I think should be off the table.” I roll my lips, putting my hand on her hip and rubbing her.
“Duly noted, I shall be on my best behavior,” I assure her, “and if I’m not, I’m sure you will point it out.”
“Oh, I will, don’t you worry about that.” She smirks. “So what do you want to do?”
“About?” I ask, hoping she wants to talk about where she wants to live. Because I know what I want to do. I want to pack her shit up and move it with me tomorrow, but she has to be the one who wants to do that.
“How do you want to tell everyone that we are having twins?” she asks¸ and I just smile.
“I have no idea. I was just going to be like, hey, guess what?” I tell her, and she rolls her eyes. “How did you want to do it?”
“I don’t know; we can surprise everyone.” She sits up, pulling her feet out of my lap. “We should call Sofia.” She doesn’t even wait for me to answer before she gets on her phone, and I hear ringing.
“Hello,” Sofia answers right away. “What did the doctor say?”
“Hey,” Zara replies, “I’m with Gabriel, and we have a question for you.”
“Oh my God, I think the two of you are out of favors,” she huffs, and I laugh. “Ugh, what?”
“Do I tell her?” she whispers to me, and I shrug before I lie down beside her, my hand going to her stomach. “Okay, we went to the doctor today and found out we are having twins.”
She gasps right away, making me laugh. “Shut the fuck up. You guys did not play around.” She laughs. “Oh my God.”
“What can I say? I get the job done.” I look at Zara.
“You know, it’s the female who carries the eggs, right?” Zara glares at me. “It has nothing to do with your sperm.”
“Did my sperm or didn’t my sperm enter the eggs?” I retort. “So I made it happen.”
“Typical man, thinks he had a hand in this,” Sofia huffs.
“If it wasn’t for my sperm, she wouldn’t be pregnant. It’s biology,” I snap. “Hang up the phone,” I tell Zara, who laughs.
“Okay, children, let’s play nice,” Zara scolds. “We did a blood test today, and we are going to find out what the sexes are tomorrow and was thinking of telling everyone with a gender reveal.” I look over at her.
“We were thinking about this?” I laugh. “You were thinking about this.”
“I love this,” Sofia states. “How about we do it next weekend at Sunday lunch at the farm? I’ll send out invites today so everyone can get their travel thing going, and we also have to set it up so we can have it on Zoom for whoever can’t travel to us.”
“Great,” I say, knowing she’s going to be coming to the house. “That works, I like it.” I bury my face in her neck. “But wait, what do we tell everyone now?” I look up at her.
“You tell them that everything is good and you are whatever weeks pregnant,” Sofia replies, “and that is all you know.”
“I can do that,” I admit. “It’s not like the guys know what to ask anyway.”
“Okay, you two, prepare for the gender reveal of your life,” Sofia says. “Send me the results of the email and don’t peek.” She hangs up the phone, not giving us anything else.
“Ugh,” Zara grunts. “I literally hate surprises. What if I know and you don’t?”
I pick up my head. “No way, it’s neither of us or both of us.” I grin at her. “Twins,” I say again, “a twofer.”
Zara taps my nose with her finger. “And never say that again either; put it on the list.”
I wrap my arms around her, putting my hand on her belly, holding my babies. “Added.” I smile right before I cover her mouth with mine. “Might just have to keep my mouth busy this weekend not to get into trouble.”
She turns in my arms, hooking her leg over my hip. “I like that a lot, Cowboy.”
31
ZARA
I zip the suitcase closed and then look beside me at the pile of clothes that have to be put away. It’s like overnight, my stomach grew, and none of my jeans fit me. My little pooch is now as big as both my hands. When I took my picture this morning, you could really tell that I was starting to show. I grab the pile of clothes in my arms, taking them to the bed to fold them and put them away, when my phone rings. Looking down, I see that Gabriel is FaceTiming me. “Hey, Cowboy,” I say once we get connected.