The Yeah, Baby Series

“I know you will,” my brother smiled down at me. “I’ve seen it for myself with how you’ve been taking care of her ever since we got here.”

And my thoughts went back to why we were in the hospital in the first place. “What if there’s something wrong with the pregnancy?”

“I’ll never forgive myself,” Jack muttered. “I should have pulled my head out of my ass before I managed to land you in the emergency room.”

“I’m the one who was arguing with her,” Wyatt pointed out.

“It’s not your fault. Either of you.”

“You should listen to my patient. She’s right,” a doctor we hadn’t seen before told the guys as she walked into the exam room. Her eyes slid to my hands, her brow quirking up when she noted both men were holding one. “Mrs. Kincaid, would you prefer to be alone while we talk?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Wyatt growled, glaring at the doctor.

“Neither am I,” Jack added.

“My husband and brother are anxious about me,” I explained, “and the baby.”

Her stance relaxed as she sat down on a stool and rolled it towards my bed. “I’m Dr. Harris, one of the OBGYNs with privileges here at the hospital. I bumped into your emergency room physician and he asked if I’d take a look at your chart, come in, and speak with you.”

“Okay,” I whispered, tensing up because this didn’t sound good.

“It’s not a bad thing,” she assured me. “Since your husband mentioned to him that you hadn’t found a doctor of your own yet because you wanted a female, he thought you might like to meet me as long as we were both here.”

“Oh!” I gasped, understanding dawning and relief setting in. If the emergency room doctor thought I needed an OBGYN then—“I’m not miscarrying?”

“None of the tests indicate a miscarriage,” she confirmed.

“Thank goodness,” I breathed.

“What about the pain?”

“Why did she faint?”

Wyatt and Jack asked their questions in unison.

“How’s the pain now?” the doctor asked, her gaze on the tablet in her hands. “You described it as a four on a scale of one to ten when you first arrived. Is it still at the same level?”

“No,” I whispered. “I’d say it’s more like a two right now. I’d describe it as cramping instead of pain.”

“That’s great to hear,” she murmured, looking up at me and smiling. “Cramping during the early stage of pregnancy is normal unless it’s accompanied by severe pain or bleeding.”

“There was blood in my panties when I took them off,” I whispered.

“Spotting can be normal, too. As long as it wasn't full flow then it was nothing to be concerned about.”

“And the fainting?” I asked.

“Well, your blood sugar is a little low which could explain why you fainted,” she replied. “When’s the last time you ate today?”

“She barely touched her breakfast and only had a light lunch,” Wyatt answered for me.

“We were meeting for dinner at our dad’s house when she fainted,” Jack added.

“I’ve been having problems with morning sickness,” I defended. “It’s more like all day sickness.”

“I’ll write you a prescription for some anti-nausea meds which are safe for the baby,” the doctor offered. “I’ll see if they have any of the ginger pops my patients rave about so you can take a few home with you and see if they work for you. Then I’d like for you to call my office to schedule an appointment this week to follow-up and discuss the plan for your pregnancy going forward.”

“That’s it?” I asked.

“Yup,” she confirmed. “Call my office if the spotting or cramps get worse before your appointment. And from what I heard when I walked in, I’d also advise you to avoid heated arguments as much as possible. You don’t need the added stress during your pregnancy.”

“No more arguing,” Wyatt promised, squeezing my hand.

“Or stress of any kind,” my brother added.

“If you figure out how to manage that, let me know,” the doctor laughed, getting back to her feet. “A nurse will be in soon to go over your discharge paperwork and then you can head home.”

“I’ll go give Dad and Sharon the good news.” Jack dropped a kiss on my forehead before following her out the door.

“Love you, Bailey,” Wyatt murmured.

“Love you, too.”

His free hand moved to rest on my belly. “You and my baby boy.”

“Baby girl,” I corrected lightly, relieved to know he or she was safe and sound and we could get back to teasing each other about the pregnancy.

As promised, the nurse came in to discharge me—and walked in on us sharing a passionate kiss. A few minutes later, I was being rolled out to the waiting room in a wheelchair by Wyatt, who’d refused to let anyone else push me.

“Are you two knuckleheads done being stupid?” my dad asked, he and Sharon both jumping to their feet as soon as they saw us. The power of his glare was lessened by the sight of him holding a giant stuffed teddy bear, though.

“Yeah, we’re done,” Wyatt confirmed.

Jack nodded in agreement. “It’s a good thing, too, because I think Wyatt’s going to need all the help he can get keeping my sister in line.”

“Oh, crap,” I groaned at the thought of the two of them ganging up on me for the rest of my pregnancy.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle her,” Wyatt chuckled.

The shiver that went down my spine at the sound of his laughter confirmed he could handle me. He’d been able to since the moment we met, after all. I didn’t expect it to change anytime soon, if ever.

Epilogue

Wyatt

“Let’s see here.” Dr. Harris moved the ultrasound wand around, clicking here and there with the mouse. I waited impatiently, my weight shifting from foot to foot until Bailey let go of my hand to run a soothing palm down my arm before lacing our fingers together again.

“Relax, Wyatt,” she said, clearly suppressing a laugh.

I tore my eyes from the black and white screen and drank in the sight of my beautiful wife. She was glowing with excitement, as anxious as I was, but not nearly as nervous. I bent down and kissed her softly, resting my forehead on hers for a moment before we both turned our attention back to the monitor.

Listening to the rhythmic thumping of two heart beats, I still couldn’t believe we were having twins. After the scare early in her pregnancy, she was checked a little more often. At about ten weeks, the doctor informed us that the ultrasound revealed two babies. Bailey was over the moon, and don’t get me wrong, I was ecstatic. I swelled with pride that my boys managed to knock up my woman with two babies in one shot. But, I was also terrified. What if we had two girls? How would I protect them both from boys at the same time? I started researching all girl schools and making a list: pepper spray—no, a Taser, there had to be some kind of modern day chastity belt I could get, karate lessons—

“You definitely want to know the sex of the babies, Mr. and Mrs. Kincaid?” The doctor’s question interrupted my thoughts.

Bailey squeezed my hand and nodded, but still answered out loud, “Absolutely.”

“Congratulations, it looks life two girls.” Dr. Harris smiled and faced the monitor again.

“Shit,” I whispered, “I am so totally fucked.”

Bailey smacked my arm, she’d been after me to start watching my language.

I couldn’t imagine how shell shocked I must’ve looked as I stood there muttering, “Shotgun, I need a fucking shotgun. And a Taser gun—

Once again my thoughts were interrupted, this time by Bailey’s giggling. Dr. Harris threw me an amused glance and Bailey’s hands were clamped over her mouth, but she couldn’t contain her laughter. I glared at her, “Baby, there is nothing funny about this”—my eyes narrowed—“and don’t be thinking I’ve forgotten about that spanking,” I growled.

Her eyes heated, obviously

not opposed to the idea and I had to adjust myself in hopes of hiding my growing erection.

“Oh, wait,” the doctor said. Our heads whipped in her direction simultaneously. Was something wrong with my baby girls?

She must have noticed the lack of color in our faces because she quickly reassured us that they were healthy and everything was normal.

“Baby number two was hiding his little penis.”

I perked up immediately, “His? His penis?” I clarified.