Emma's POV
I was pacing the room back and forth and in circles. I turned off the television for the third time, but I didn't want to feel alone. I turned it back on and sat down on the huge bed, feeling drained and scared.
Ethan had already left for work and I didn't want to get his attention yet, so I didn't call him.
I felt like I was burning up so I undressed and stepped into the shower, turning the water cold until I felt better.
I toweled off my wet skin and changed into pajamas. I walked to the patio for a breath of fresh air because I felt like I was drowning with sorrow and happiness.
Chef served my breakfast, but I couldn't eat. I couldn't even stand the sight of the meal. I wished I had a dog so I could just toss the food over to it.
Ethan came home at six but headed to the office to complete a task.
Afterward, he met me upstairs in the bedroom.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" he asked as he entered.
"Fine."
"You don't sound fine, what's going on?"
He knew me so well.
"Baby, I think that I might be pregnant again," I said, squinting my eyes and dragging out the last two words.
His eyes grew bigger and he ran to me and pulled me into a huge hug. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I'm not one hundred percent sure, but that was what the test stated."
I handed him the pregnancy test I had taken that morning. It had showed positive. I made sure I read the directions carefully and waited an extra ten minutes this time.
He pulled me into a kiss. "You just made me the happiest man alive. I'm not going into work tomorrow. I'll book a doctor's appointment."
"What about your doctor?"
"They're on another training course. Have you eaten?"
"No."
He glared at me. "Why not?"
"I don't have the appetite to eat anything."
"Emma, baby, you need to eat something."
"Ugh."
"Stop. Come here."
I walked over to him like a puppy.
He pulled me in his strong arms and kissed my forehead. "Baby, I want you to eat something."
"Fine. I'll try."
Ethan had the chef prepared a nutritious meal for me— vegetable soup. I ate in the dinning room; well, I tried to eat but I felt sick. I hated that feeling so much.
"Hey, let's go upstairs," Ethan suggested.
I lie on the bed, reading a book, and soon felt better and relaxed.
The next day Ethan woke me up early. I took a shower and got dressed in comfortable pants and a shirt. I combed my hair and styled it into a high bun. I took my purse and followed Ethan, who was waiting impatiently at the bedroom door.
He drove to a neighborhood clinic. It didn't look like a regular clinic on the outside— if you didn't read the signs one might mistake it for a sort of hotel or something along those lines. It was very fancy.
We walked inside and to a receptionist who ushered us into a private room.
"The doctor will be with you shortly," she said then left.
I sat down on a chair; Ethan stood next to me.
A knock came on the door and a male doctor peered in.
"Hello," he greeted as he walked in. "You must be the Hollens'. I'm Doctor Matido."
I smiled. I liked the sound of that: The Hollens'.
"Yes. Thank you for accepting the last minute appointment." Ethan held out his hand.
The doctor took and shook it. "You're welcome. Now, let's begin. Emma, I'll need you to lie down here so I can conduct an ultrasound."
I did as he instructed and raised up my shirt just below my breast. He applied a gel substance to my stomach area and placed the device on my stomach and moved it around slowly. An image appeared on a display monitor across from us.
"Here we are," he said as we looked at the monitor.
Ethan had the brightest smile I had ever seen on him.
But I was concerned.
"Doctor, does my baby look strange to you?" I asked.
"Not at all. You're having twins. There are two babies here."
I was overwhelmed with happiness, tears came. I was pregnant with twins. I couldn't believe it.
Ethan lit up even more.
"You're at six weeks so I would advise that you start taking vitamins and supplements for the babies' early growth and development. Also, I can administer you something to assist with your morning sickness if it's becoming unbearable."
"Thank you, Doctor Matido," I said.
"You're welcome and congratulations."
He wiped away the gel and gave us a picture of the ultrasound. I looked at it as if I were actually already looking at the children.
Ethan hugged me and help me down.
"It's too early to tell the sex— or sexes— of the babies, but in about eleven weeks we may be able to determine that, if you wish to know," he stated before leaving.
"I'm the happiest man on this earth, Emma. Baby, I'm so happy right now. I love you so much. I can't believe we're having twins. That's so unbelievable. I love you," he said as we drove back home.
"I love you too, babe. I can't wait to meet them."
"I promise you that you won't have to do anything. I'll do it all. I don't want you to do a thing."
"Ethan—"
"No, Emma," he said and literally lifted me out of the car; we were heading inside the house now.
"Babe, I can walk," I said in a playful squeal. I couldn't believe how he was acting already. "Babe, walking is a form of exercise. The twins will get lazy if I don't even walk," I said to convince him to put me down.
It worked. He set me down.
I shook my head at him and gave him a quick kiss.
"I love you and the babies," he said.
"And we love you, too."
"I'm going and call Nana and tell her the news." He pulled out his cellphone and walked to a patio.
I walked into the kitchen because I had a craving for strawberries and pancakes with a ton of syrup. The chef prepared it at once and served me in the dinning room. I ate it all without throwing up. I wanted more so the chef made me a second batch and I gobbled it all up again. Not long after I had another craving for something fishy and the chef made fried fish and shrimp in a delicious garlic butter sauce. I ate everything.
Ethan was looking at me with a wide smile on his face.
He must be happy that I'm finally eating and can hold it down.
"I think we should talk about the wedding. Do you want to have it before or after the twins are born?" he asked.
"I want them to be a part of it. I think we should wait until they're here."
"I can't believe we're having twins," he said for what had to be the thousandth time.
"Well, believe it because it's true. I can't wait to meet them."
We headed upstairs when I was finished eating.
I became sleepy and fell into a deep sleep as my head hit the soft pillows with Ethan beside me.
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FROM THE AUTHOR:
BAM! I couldn't wait for Emma to finally get pregnant with the twins. But remember, Sharon is back and lurking very close to have her revenge. Will she be successful or will her plans fail?
*Hints >>>>>> I plan on giving the twins their own story.
-What do you think?
-If I write it, would you read it?
Well, I'll write it regardless because it's already being plotted.
Thanks for reading Chapter 50.