My Expectation (My Escort Series Book 3) by Kia Carrington-Russell Page B

me rather nervous. “How do you hold two babies at once?” He asked me. “Are they identical?” He asked as a secondary question.
                  “We can’t tell things like that until they are born. Guessing by this scan you are fifteen weeks pregnant. So Mr. Brogardt, you have about five months until you will find out,” she said with a smile.
                  “Five months?” He gushed. “That’s so soon. We will have to start preparing the rooms. Actually, Clover, we are going to have to buy a house, the apartment isn’t big enough.”
                  I was surprised that he was seemingly more over the place than me. I always thought that he was more collected and calm than I was. “What? The apartment is plenty big.”
                  “No, you need a home to raise a family in. Not an apartment, maybe if we weren’t so central in the city. We need a backyard so they can play and we will buy them a dog.”
                  “Woah, woah,” I said easing him and placing my hand on his. He was getting so worked up and excited as he started listing off all these things. I found it utterly adorable but worried he would get overwhelmed. “One thing at a time, we still have plenty of time.”
                  “That is correct,” the doctor said with amusement. “We also offer plenty of aids for birthing classes and preparations classes, reading materials and any questions you might have.”
                  “Birthing classes,” Damon said as if tasting the words. “Is that what Michelle and Phillip went to? I remember Phillip telling me it was well worth it and it helped him prepare. I think we should do that.”
                  I laughed, squeezing his hand tightly. “One step at a time, Damon. Everything is okay, you are going to be a wonderful father.” He condensed my words and smiled suavely. He kissed my open palm and looked back at the screen.
                  “I feel like I am preparing for the end of the world,” he said now calmer and his usual self.
                  “You sound it too,” I mocked. “We have plenty of time.”
                  “Can we start telling people now?” He asked me for permission. He seemed on edge, worried if I said no. I think it might have spilled out of him one way or another, even if I didn’t agree.
                  “Of course we can,” I said. He smiled proudly and sat straight again with eyes fixated on the screen. It was nice to see Damon flustered like this, because it reassured me that I wasn’t the only one new and apprehensive about this. It made me more excited to know and see the love that Damon already had for these two little bundles of ours. I pushed down the lump in my throat as that number properly sunk in. We were going to have two babies.

Chapter Eighteen

     
     
    I t was already Saturday and Megan and I were now looking at dresses. We anticipated that it could be weeks, even months before I found the ‘one’. Damon and I had discussed what kind of wedding we wanted. We knew a lot of people and although we could afford an elaborate wedding which catered to all those people, we wanted something more intimate with only our loved ones.
                  We both agreed on a small elegant wedding instead of a large one. It seemed to take a lot of pressure off as well. I’ve seen women go through hair loss as they planned for their big day. I was just so grateful that I had a fiancée who was actively helping plan and organize everything as well. He was disappointed that he couldn’t come and look at dresses with us, but Megan snapped at him telling him it wasn’t traditional. The joke then came up that I was already pregnant before wedlock. I rolled my eyes when he made that comment.
                  I wanted my mother to be here as we began dress shopping but it was