Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“I drink too much coffee,” I lie while tugging on the tag attached to the tea bag by a string.
I was craving a cup this morning before I left Donovan’s townhouse to head home, but I don’t know the rules about caffeine and pregnancy so until I see Dr. Waverly, I’m cutting myself off of it.
“I don’t drink enough.” She winks. “Are you ready to get to work?”
I take a sip of the tepid liquid in my cup and manage not to make a face since it’s not nearly as satisfying as the coffee I typically indulge in. “Point me to where you need me, Nikita. I’m all yours for the entire day.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Delia
It’s been a week since I found out I’m pregnant. In that time, I’ve slept more than usual, I’ve seen Donovan less than usual, and I had the absolute pleasure of speaking to Hazel Waverly on the phone.
Donovan was the one who set that up, and even though I’m scheduled for my first in person appointment next week, Hazel reached out to introduce herself to me yesterday.
She assured me that she’d take the best possible care of the baby and me, and then recommended a brand of pre-natal vitamins for me to begin taking immediately.
As soon as the call was over, I picked some up and took one.
I did get the chance to ask her if it’s normal for me to still be feeling nauseous almost every morning. She told me gently that it was and after giving me some sage advice on how to deal with that, she reminded me to be kind to myself and to let my body guide me toward what it needs including extra sleep at night.
“I’m worn out,” Matthew announces as he enters the living room of Roman and Bianca’s apartment. “I should sneak back down to my apartment and grab some shut eye.”
That would only entail a short elevator ride since Faith and Matthew live in an apartment three floors below where we all are gathered now.
“Can I come?” Georgie asks. “I’m tired, too.”
She adds an exaggerated yawn to that. Dora rolls her eyes. “Knock it off, Georgie. You know that Uncle Matty just wants to kiss Auntie Faith in private.”
Faith giggles. “Busted.”
I glance at my future sister-in-law. Her long blue hair is a shade lighter than it was the last time I saw her. When we first met, it was pink. She pulls it all off with effortless ease. She’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.
The same can be said for Bianca. She’s currently sitting on a chair with her young son cradled in her arms. I’ve barely been able to take my eyes off of them because in just a few months, I’ll be experiencing what she is every single day.
“I did that before we got here,” Matthew tells both girls. “Besides, Auntie Faith doesn’t mind if I kiss her in front of all of you.”
He demonstrates that by leaning down to kiss his fiancée softly on the lips.
“So gross.” Dora covers her eyes.
“So romantic,” Georgie adds her opinion to the mix. “I hope my finance see does that to me, too.”
Her mispronunciations are few and far between nowadays but when they do happen they always bring a smile to my lips.
Georgie has worked hard to nail each word she utters since Dora is quick to point out when she doesn’t.
“Fiancé,” Georgie corrects herself before her sister has the chance.
Dora races over to her to pat her on the back. “You did it.”
Watching the two of them together has always made me wish I had a twin.
It hits me then. The realization that I may possibly be having twins suddenly washes over me.
I glance down at my flat stomach. It’s hidden beneath the light blue short-sleeve blouse I’m wearing.
“Are you okay, Delia?” Faith asks.
I look at her face. We’re sitting next to one another so I’m not surprised she noticed what must look like shock and awe on my face.
Twins run in my family. Roman and Matthew are identical, as are Dora and Georgie. As cute as two babies would be, I’m still getting used to the idea of having one.
“I’m good,” I assure her even though I don’t believe it myself.
Her hand darts out in search of mine. “You’re sure?”
I take it for a squeeze. “Positive.”
She nods, but I see skepticism in her blue eyes.
“I’ve been stretched thin because I’m the only vet who has had his feet firmly planted in this city lately.” He laughs. “Or at the least the only vet at Premier Pet Care who hasn’t had the chance to steal a few days out of Manhattan recently.”
I know all about what’s been happening at the clinic since his boss filled me in.
Carolyn had scheduled time off this past week for a short summer getaway with her boyfriend and her son. She started back at the clinic yesterday, which is when Donovan left for a conference in Boston.