I fell asleep on Ivan faster than I thought considering I haven't been sleeping lately. I missed being with him. When I wasn't with him all I thought about was the Cold War. The worst time of my life fighting was when I was fighting with him. I realized I needed him but it took me to long. That was the past and this is now and I love him I always have and I always will. When I woke up Ivan was gone and I was in bed. I smelt hamburgers and fries so I went downstairs to see Ivan sitting on the couch.
"Morning dear."
"Good morning Ivan. How did you sleep?"
"I didn't"
"Again?"
"Yeah. It's ok though."
"No it isn't. Go upstairs and get some sleep."
So Ivan went upstairs and hopefully went to bed. I went in and ate my hamburgers and fries and had who knows how many milkshakes. I thought about what has been going on for the first time in a long time. I was pregnant. How did I get here? I mean I know how it happened but I mean wow me a father. After a while I calmed down and was thinking about the date why did it sound so important. February 1st. OH CRAP!
"IVAN! Wake up dear!"
"What's Wrong?"
"Nothing I have to go to my doctor for a sonogram. Come on!"
"Let me go get dressed."
Ivan and I went to the first sonogram together.
"Hello Alfred. How are you feeling?"
"Hi doc! I'm great today."
"That's good. All right lets do this."
Doc put that really cold stuff on my tummy. I was so nervous and Ivan looked just as bad as I did.
"Well that's a good sign."
"What is doc"
"Well here is your baby. But what is that?"
"What is what? Doc what's going on?"
"Oh well Alfred. Ivan. You are having twins."
