Cassidy
Two years later...
"I don’t understand," I said as I stood on the phone with the doctor. I’d been dealing with the stomach flu for weeks now, and Carter had forced to go in and find out what the hell was going on.
"Well, Mrs. Quinn, you don’t have the stomach flu. You’re pregnant."
"But that’s impossible."
"Well, if this isn’t good news, I can refer you to soone you can talk to."
"No," I rushed to say. "It’s not that. It’s just I was shot, and the doctor said I wouldn’t be able to have children. Are you sure you’re right? Maybe I should co in and take another test."
The truth was, it hadn’t been definite, but considering we hadn’t used any kind of birth control since I’d been released from the hospital, my OB/GYN hadn’t been particularly positive that a pregnancy would happen. We’d resigned ourselves to not having a baby the natural way... well, until now apparently.
"We ran both blood and urine tests, so there’s no mistake. I think we should schedule you for an ultrasound, so we can check things out at this early stage, but you’re definitely pregnant."
I shook my head in disbelief.
"Mrs. Quinn?"
"Sorry, I’m here," I said. "Um, yes, let’s schedule the ultrasound."
The nurse transferred to the scheduling desk and I took the earliest appointnt available before hanging up the phone and promptly rushing to the bathroom to throw up again.
As I sat on the floor of our powder room, I couldn’t stop myself from giggling uncontrollably. Of course I was pregnant. Being married to Carter Quinn ensured it, considering he probably had bionic sperm and made every problem his bitch. A little thing like my uterus being shot to hell was nothing he couldn’t "fix."
Because we tended to go at it like rabbits, I couldn’t really estimate when it had happened, but I didn’t care. If I could carry this baby to term, it ant we could have more and I wanted more. It was long past ti Maverick had a sibling.
"Babe!" Carter called, and I heard the garage door close.
"In here."
He pushed open the door and frowned, hunkering down beside . "You sick again?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Has that fuckin’ doctor called you back yet?" He stood and rinsed a washcloth with cold water, laying it gently on my forehead. "I’m gonna call them and find out why the fuck they haven’t figured out what’s wrong."
"They have, honey. I just got off the phone with them."
He knelt beside again, his face pale and his expression grave. "Tell ."
"I’m pregnant." Yep, I just spit it out. No easing into the information, just dropped the bomb.
"Co again."
I giggled, but stopped myself from giggling like a loon... sort of. "I’m pregnant. I’m going in the day after tomorrow for an ultrasound."
"Pregnant."
"Yep."
"You’re gonna have my baby," he whispered.
"Well, no, it’s the gardener’s baby, but I’d hoped to wait to tell you that information for a while."
He rolled his eyes and cupped my face. "Holy fuck, a baby."
I nodded. "Yep."
He rose to his feet. "What do you need? I’ll run to the store and get saltines and lemon-li soda. What about juice? Can you handle juice?"
"We have all that stuff now. I think I’m set for a while." I stood as well and brushed my teeth quickly.
"You should go to bed."
"Honey, I’m fine. If this pregnancy is anything like what I had with Maverick, I’ll be feeling totally great in a few weeks. My pregnancy with him was a breeze."
Carter laid his hand gently on my stomach. "Will you at least sit in the recliner and relax for now? We’ll go to the ultrasound and decide what to do from there."
I looped my arms around his neck. "If you want to sit in the recliner and let you serve for the next two days, I won’t argue, but I really need you not to worry."
"Look who’s changed positions."
I grinned. "We’re gonna have a hundred kids, Carter. I have to learn not to stress out every second."
He leaned down and kissed . "I love you, Cassidy Eleanor Quinn."
"I love you too, honey."
"In the chair."
I laughed and let him lead to the recliner where he fussed over until Maverick got ho from school. Then they both did. Saying that Maverick was excited about a sibling was an understatent, although, he’d just gone through his health class at school, so he was both excited and grossed out. After all, Payton was close to having her new little boy, so it was incredible to that we’d be raising our kids together.
Later that night, Carter took to bed and made love to gentler than he ever had, which at one ti, I thought would bore , but I decided this was definitely going on the approved list of sexual standard procedures.
Seven months later, Liam Patrick Quinn arrived. The boy we affectionately called "Moose," weighed in at nine pounds, eight ounces and was twenty-two inches long. It was no wonder I’d looked like a Volkswagon Beetle while carrying him.
As I held our second son in my arms, I kissed Carter and smiled. "Thank you for forgiving ."
"Aw, baby, I was just going to say the sa thing." He kissed Liam, pulled Maverick onto the bed with us and hugged him. "I love you guys."
"Love you too, Dad," Maverick said.
"Love you, honey."
He kissed again and I snuggled up against my family, basking in the joy of the miracle and healing of absolution.
Life was perfect.
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