Thursday, February 13th

The fourth appointment with doctor Blumfield since Sofia knew she was pregnant. Her doctor really kept an eye on her, she was eight weeks pregnant and had to come here every two weeks for a check-up. Not that she was mad, she was glad her doctor took so good care of her, it was only a little bit stressful arranging doctor appointments and work.

"How do you feel?" Doctor Blumfield asked when she came into the room.

"Good. The breast pain is almost gone, morning sickness is still there, which annoys me, I crave for food, try to make it healthy stuff, but to be honest, I want chocolate, cookies, ice cream and all those things, that are fun. So I top my ice cream with fruits. And according to my wife and son, I have mood swings."

"Which you don't have?"

"No, of course not. It's not my fault when they piss me off all the time!"

"Yes, you're having mood swing, which is normal."

"Wouldn't you be mad when you have an important doctor appointment and your wife isn't here? Work is more important than our baby."

"Is it?"

"Do you see Sara? I don't. She called half an hour ago, she's stuck in traffic after she left work late. Instead of going home an hour earlier, make sure she'll be on time, I have to be here alone."

"I'm sure she hates it as much as you do."

"Are you on her side?"

"It's not about sides and you know it. Chocolate?"

"You said I have to eat healthy."

"It's dark chocolate and I give you a mandarin when you leave."

"Deal." Sofia took the piece of chocolate out of the little box the doctor offered her. "Thanks."

"Now that we have taken care of your chocolate level, why don't you sit back, relax and pull up your shirt so we can do the ultrasound."

"I am still pregnant, right?"

"We'll see in a few seconds, but I don't know any reasons why you shouldn't."

"Maybe I lost the baby within the last two weeks."

"Did you have any bleedings?"

"No."

"Then I doubt you lost your baby."

"Good." Sofia had been very anxious the last weeks. Had it been difficult to her to do what her doctor told her to do when she was pregnant with Susan, this time she stuck to it. She was too afraid to lose her baby, too afraid, she was not careful enough. If she had miscarriage she knew, she'd not try to have another baby. Too dangerous. Sara worried about her already all the time.

A knock on the door got her out of her thoughts. The door was opened and Sara rushed inside.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, traffic caught me."

"You made it."

"Hello doctor Blumfield. Yes, I parked in a stopping restriction, but I don't care about the fine, I want to be with Sofia. We get through all appointments together, it's the deal." The brunette sat down and kissed her wife. "No need to cry. Or did anything happen?"

"You're here." Sofia hugged her wife. Why was she crying? Must be the hormones. She wasn't sad, she was happy to see Sara.

"Hello Sara, it's good you're here, we were about to start. Nothing happened, I assume, it's the hormones."

"Yes, they play me. I'm fine. I hope."

"Good." Her hand still linked to Sofia's, Sara sat down.

"It's getting cold."

"Yuck!" The cold gel wasn't one of Sofia's favorite activities here. Actually, she didn't like anything here a lot. It was always about taking her blood, sitting on the horrible chair, getting tested for whatever and too many medication.

"Only a few seconds. Gosh, you're still skinny."

"Skinny? I haven't been skinny since the accident."

"Yes you are."

"I put on some weight."

"Before the accident you were very skinny, Honey." Sara said and stroke over the blonde's hand. "Now you're normal and I like it more."

"You never told me you thought I was too skinny."

"Not too skinny, very skinny. And as long as you felt good it wasn't mine to tell you to put on some weight."

"You look healthy, which is much better for the baby." Doctor Blumfield prepared the ultrasound and started to run it over Sofia's belly. "There we are."

"Snowflakes."

"Don't start it again, our baby is not a snowflake…something looks different from last time…" Sofia furrowed her brows.

"What do you mean?"

"Look at it, it's…"

"You're pregnant with twins, Sofia." The happy voice of the doctor was calm, like it wasn't a surprise for her.

"Twins? Seriously?"

"Yes. You got three eggs, being pregnant with more than one baby was something, you knew could happen."

"I was so happy when you said I'm pregnant, I never thought I'm pregnant with more than one child. The last time I was pregnant with one child."

"This time you had your eggs and like I said six weeks ago, I think your body is made to be pregnant. Your womb kept two eggs, you are a lucky woman. Didn't you say last December you want twins?"

"I was joking, wanted to shock Sara, see how she reacts and now …we'll have twins… Honey, you're pale. Are you okay?" It wasn't a joke anymore, it was reality.

"Y-yes." Twins. They would have twins. Somehow Sara felt like the world was spinning and then everything went black.

When Sara woke up again she was on a stretcher, Sofia next to her, holding her hand, looking worried at her wife.

"Hey, you scared me."

"What happened?"

"You lost consciousness."

"Why? Did I have a bout again?" This couldn't be true, she wasn't scared, there was no reason for her to have a bout. She was over that. She was stronger.

"No, you were in shock. Honey, anything you want to tell me about you not want to have twins?"

"I…you're pregnant with twins." It was a mix between a question and a statement. Sara remembered how the doctor told them, Sofia was pregnant with twins. That was the last thing she remembered.

"Yes I am. And you seem not to be very happy about it."

"I am happy, I'm only…can I get up?"

"I'd rather seen you resting another five minutes." Doctor Blumfield said. "You might experience some headache as you fell and hit your head on the ground."

"Why?"

"Joy? At least we hope it's joy."

"So do I. You'll have twins."

"We will have twins." The blonde kissed the knuckles of her wife. "Or do you plan to leave me because I'm pregnant with twins?"

"No! Why do you say such a stupid thing?"

"Makes sense, after you passed out."

"You heard the doctor, it was joy."

"The next time I'd prefer when you show your joy and happiness with a kiss."

"Okay." Sara pulled Sofia's head down and kissed her. "Better?"

"Much better."

"Are you done with your examination?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then let's get out of here." Sara sat up. She didn't want to wait another five minutes, she was fine.

"Slowly!"

"I'm fine."

"Your five minutes are not over."

"Don't be a nitpicker."

"Doctor?"

"You both should rest, Sofia is the one, who can drive."

"Because I'm pregnant and not sick."

"And need to be careful. Everything looked fine today, I want the same when I see you in two weeks."

"For how much longer do I have to come here every two weeks?

"Two more, when you're thirteen weeks pregnant and the tests tell us, everything is fine with you and the baby, you can come back once a month."

"Other women get send back to their gynecologist."

"You're in the lucky position to have your gynecologist and doctor in one person, that's why you got your test result back so fast."

"It's why I chose you, handy and fast. The best. I like to have the best around me."

"Thanks for the compliment and congratulation to your twins."

"Thanks you for the twins, you made it possible."

"Sofia, you are the one, who are pregnant. Your body kept the embryos, all I did was attacking you with a needle. Something you didn't like."

"No and I don't want you to do it ever again. Twins, Susan and Steve are enough kids. Or do you want more children, Sara?"

"No!" The brunette looked shocked. Four children were more than she ever dreamed of. More than she expected they'd ever have. Sofia was pregnant with twins.

Back home Sofia made sure Sara sat down first. Her lover wasn't pale anymore, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Hi moms." Lea came down the stairs. "How are you? Did you bring a photo of my new sister or brother? Jeez, Sara, you look like you saw the devil. Did the doctor tell you bad news?"

"No, she had only good news. More than one."

"Means?"

"Means Sofia is pregnant with twins."

"Wow! Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Cool. Congratulation." Lea hugged Sofia. "That's so cool. I mean, it was awesome you were pregnant at all, being pregnant with twins is even better. You'll have two little babies, one looks like you, one like Don. Isn't that great? Show me the ultrasound picture."

"See, this is how happiness looks like." Sofia blinked at her lover and gave the photo to Lea.

"Oh look how cute. Two babies. Everything is fine with you and them?"

"Yes, we're all three fine."

"Good."

"You've got the photo already? How does the new stink bomb look?" Steve came into the room, sat next to Lea and took the photo. "Hey, there are two!"

"Such a smart boy, he realizes it immediately, not like us." Sara smiled. "Yes, Sofia is pregnant with twins."

"Twice the amount of diapers and cries. Precious."

"Oh come on, you're as happy as we are."

"Give me a few more years to show my happiness. When I go to college and have my own place, I'm fine. Why does mom get us the drinks? Don't you hover over her all the time?"

"Your mother lost consciousness. The joy of hearing about becoming a double mother."

"You dropped? Why? Are you okay?" Steve's eyes were filled with fear and concern.

"Yes, I'm fine."

"The twins shocked you."

"A little bit."

"We'll lose the living room."

"Is that the first thing you think about?" Lea slapped Steve.

"No, the first think I thought about was all the stinky diapers and nights, we can't sleep because one of them decides to be in a bad mood. Then the second one will start to cry, joined by Susan and we have an orchestra of babies crying."

"You're a jerk."

"I love you too."

"No, you love Jenny."

"Who told you this?"

"I can see it. What do you think, surrogate mothers? They had a date."

"We went to see a movie."

"All alone."

"No, there were around two hundred other people."

"Did you enjoy it?" Sofia asked.

"It was nice, a good movie."

"And?"

"Beside the fact it's not your business, that's it. Back to the twins. Do we really have to give up our living room?"

"No." Sofia sighed. "No, we don't. We can let the twins stay in one room for a while. Susan's room is the biggest, we should really relocate our daughter and keep the twins there. Puts your room right in the middle, isn't that great?"

"Can I move in with you, Lea?"

"Your and my parents will be delighted. Two years and we're off or own place anyway. Unless you dump me for another chick."

"Ditto."

"Me? Will never happen. Remember the last girl I liked? She dates a guy."

"Stupid bitch."

"Language please." Sara reprinted her son.

"Susan is not around. So, what are our plans?"

"Your mother has to rest even more, she has to stop working sooner."

"I am not…"

"You will." Sara stopped her lover. "Remember Jules? How she felt when she was pregnant with the twins? You won't be able to work when you're nine months pregnant."

"We'll see about this when it's time. Twins. We need to go shopping."

"Not yet."

"Honey, you said yourself, I won't be very active later, we have to prepare everything as soon as possible. Including Susan's move into another room."

"Why don't you let Steve and me take care of this?" Lea offered. "We get the room prepared and for the twins' room I'm sure Jules and Greg have some leftovers. Like a bed. Eric and Jorja have real beds, they can borrow you a bed. Same for baby stuff. No need for a huge shopping trip."

"You're a wonderful daughter."

"Thanks. What did Don say about the news?"

"He doesn't know about the twins yet, we want to tell him when he's here. Child number two and three, I wonder if he's fine now or if he wants even more children."

"When Tanya changes her mind…"

"She won't."

"Otherwise he'll have another kid. Maybe he should ask his boss for a boost in money. Children are expensive."

"Lea, he has no responsibilities. Also no money to pay."

"I know about this contract, which doesn't mean, he's not about to buy a million things for the twins. Like he does for Susan. No strings attached officially. Doesn't stop him from taking your daughter to New York. Unfortunately not the older daughter."

"Or the son."

"You poor things. I'm sure you can stay with his parents when you want to go to New York. Keep it in mind for your summer holidays."

"You'd allow me to go there? Alone?"

"No, with Lea." Sara said. "And you have to stay with Don's parents. Then yes, you can go there, right Honey?"

"Yes."

"Cool, we have to think about that. A few days New York. If we get a cheap flight, we should do that, what do you think, Lea?"

"I'm all in."

"Perfect."

"How far are you with the birthday plans?"

"No birthday plan."

"You'll turn sixteen." Sofia didn't understand why her son didn't want to celebrate his birthday. There were so many things she wanted to do when she turned sixteen. So many parties she wanted to have, so many places she wanted to go.

"So?"

"Huge party time!"

"No, thanks. Pizza and movies are enough."

"Anybody you want to invite for that?"

"Lea."

"Darling, I'm here anyway. Or do you really believe I'd stay away for your b-day?"

"Nope."

"Good. Who else? Jenny?"

"Peter and Paul."

"Who are Peter and Paul?" As far as Sara remembered, these were the names of some saints.

"Lea's new BBF forever."

"BBF? What stands that for?"

"Best boyfriends forever."

"Boyfriends?"

"They're a couple, much for the amusement of the football team. Our high school is not a place with tolerant people. Another reason why I will stay in the closet. It's nice, warm and safe in there."

"You're all out of the closet here, Baby." Steve pulled Lea in his arms and kissed her cheek.

"It's nice, warm and safe here too. In my hero's arms. Do you really want to invite Peter and Paul? The guys talk already because we spend time with them, when they find out, my BBF were here, you are going to be the gay guy too."

"If that's the worst that ever happens to me, I'm a hell of a lucky person. Besides, did you forget we're having a relationship?"

"Right, I forgot. You won the bet."

"Absolutely. I am the man."

"You are the big brother with three baby siblings." Lea grinned and hugged Steve. How could her friend be more a man than taking care of three babies?

"So, are you used to the thought of becoming a mother of twins?" Sofia kissed Sara's collarbone. Bringing the twin news to Don and celebrating them made both very tired, but not too tired to have some energy left for sweet loving sex.

"I am. I'm sorry I shocked you."

"You were the one in shock."

"Okay, then I'm sorry I scared you."

"It's not like you did it on purpose. I was shocked myself. Twins. Doctor Blumfield must be right, my body seems to like pregnancy. Knowing this, I'm really happy I didn't get pregnant twenty years ago."

"That's why they always say you're supposed to have safe sex."

"That's why I always doubled the safety. Some boyfriends called me paranoid, looks like I just knew in my subconscious it's better. None of them would be a good father."

"Otherwise you might have a whole football team by now."

"And you had never given me a chance."

"What makes you say this?"

"The old Sara would have been scared of a bunch of kids."

"Maybe. Plus you would have never have the time to go to Malibu with me. Or spend all the time with me, take care of me during therapy. Nor would you have a shared house, a room for me."

"My bed would be crowded with you and a couple of kids."

"We have this in two years, three kids cuddling up on a Sunday morning. No more sleep in, no more good morning sex, before we open our eyes, one, two or three children will be here and occupy us."

"You have a way to point out the bright side of life and love." The blonde complained.

"I am realistic." Sara kissed her wife. "I love you anyway. Even when we won't have sex anymore."

"We'll always have sex. My parents can look after their grandchildren, give us more trips for Christmas so we have some time alone."

"Like the trip to New Orleans. We should prepare everything for it? Spring time, warm sunsets, a room with a view, a sun lounger and…you can do the math for the rest."

"A lot of sex."

"Absolutely. Just what we want most. For us."

"You don't get pregnant when you have sex with me."

"I don't get pregnant when I have sex with anybody at the moment. I am already pregnant."

"With twins." Sara smiled. "We have to come up with another name. Sandy isn't alone."

"Got an idea?"

"No, but you have."

"Who says so?"

"I can see it in your eyes."

"You know me too well."

"I can't know you too well. I can try to know you very well, examine very inch of you."

"Oh, you want to play doctor? Again? Can I have five more minutes?"

"You get more than five minutes." The brunette laughed. "So, what is the name you have on your mind?"

"A girl's name."

"Okay. Which one?"

"Solora."

"Interesting name. How did you come up with it?"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's not like most other names and yet not strange like the name of a fruit or a city. What does it mean?"

"I've no idea where the meaning comes from in general, to me it's short for Sofia loves Sara. My first two letters, the first two letters of loves and your last two letters. Solora."

"Wow, that's…I think that's the best meaning of a name."

"When we have two boys, we can name one Saloso, it's Native American for Wild Goose Cry. Or for Sara loves Sofia. Or do you want these two names for both kids in case we have a boy and a girl?"

"Tempting, but I think, we stick with Sandy and one of the other names. I'm not a fan of giving children almost identical names. Even when their meanings are wonderful."

"Sandy and Solora. Or Sandy and Saloso. We are good with the name this time."

"It's the last time we choose a name. No more babies after the twins."

"Which doesn't mean we won't have sex. We'll have a lot of sex."

"What a wonderful idea." Sara pulled the brunette on top of her. "Honey, I think your five minutes are over."

"Didn't you say…" Sofia gasped when Sara's hand slipped between her legs. "Never mind." Who cared about what Sara or didn't say? What mattered was, what she did right now and that was more than good.