Twain, he said as he looked at the monitor.
“Here and here,” he pointed at the black and white screen.
“Those two black spots? How big are they?” I asked.
“Yes, they are about 0.5cm each! Congratulations, Come next week to hear their heartbeat,” the doctor said.
We left.
We were sitting in the car afterwards.
“Can you believe that they are twins?” she asked ecstatically.
“Err, umm, maybe, I don’t know, two or one, I still did not process, and it didn’t sink in me yet,” I said as I opened the window and gazed at the calm waters of the lake before me.
Later that day, and after intense deliberations and mutual agreement, and until further notice, the twins will be referred to as *UC1, UC2.
Last week, I came down from the lab, hiding the blood results tests.
“It will need another 10 minutes for the results to come out,” I lied as my wife writhed in her car seat.
I cut her after a minute of mumbling about the delay.
“You are pregnant, the test revealed, and your hormone levels are off the charts,” I said as she jumped up and down the seat with tears coming down her cheeks.
The day after.
“Congratulations! According to the blood work results, you are pregnant, and there is a high chance of having twins,” the doctor said with a big smile.
A few minutes later, a nurse approached me and said: “Congrats, you will be a father,” she told me.
“Um, thanks!” was my reply.
“He still does not realize it,” my wife told the nurse to explain my flatline response.
“Oh! I know, madam, he won’t comprehend that he is a father until they are born,” the nurse said with a chuckle.
*UC: Under construction.
Thaer:
Brave, Courageous and bold.
Long live his fame
and long live his glory.
Long may his worthless posts be told.
