Chapter 3

Author's Note: Yes, another story about these two's wedding was written, but it was before the explosion episode where Shay was lost aired. Since their wedding took place at 51, I had to go back and rewrite history. This is the rewritten history version.

Taylor lay on the exam room table. Joe stood beside her, holding her hand. She made a face.

"What's wrong, Tay?" Joe asked.

"I have to pee so bad, I swear I'm gonna pee my pants."

"So, go to the bathroom."

"Can't. Need a full bladder for the ultrasound."

Joe leaned over and gave her forehead a kiss. "I'm sorry. Hopefully it won't be long."

She reached out and brought her arm around his neck, gently moving his head down close to hers. "You're a good man, Joe Cruz."

"Love you, Tay."

The tech came in to the room, and a few minutes later, they were looking at the monitor. Joe couldn't make any sense of what they were looking at, but supposedly, it was the baby. The tech frowned, then moved the probe to another position. He stopped, then said he would be back in a few minutes. Joe worriedly looked at Taylor. She stroked the back of his hand, trying to reassure him.

The tech came back, followed by the on call obstrician. They looked at the monitor and again the probe was moved back to the area. The doctor nodded.

"What's going on?" Joe asked.

"Just checking things out. Nothing to worry about," the doctor said as she looked at the monitor again.

The probe was moved to different areas, and finally the doctor nodded in satisfaction.

"Everything looks perfect."

"Ok, so why were you called in?" Joe started.

Taylor held up her hand to him. "Let her finish."

"I know you're worried. Nothing to worry about. In fact, you might want to sit down."

Joe shook his head. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Doctors never told you to sit down when they had good news.

"I was called in because the tech wanted confirmation on something, and that is perfectly normal. It is done from time to time. I know you're worried. Don't be. Congratulations. You're going to have twins.

"Twins?" Taylor asked, surprised.

She glanced up at Joe. He had gone totally pale and his mouth was hanging open. She reached up and gently closed his mouth.

"Twins," she confirmed. "And if you would like to know, I can tell you their sex."

Joe nodded.

"Congratulations, you're going to have twin boys."

Joe clapped his hands together and did what looked like a Zumba move. "I knew it! I knew it was a boy!" He looked down at Taylor. "I hate to say I told you so, but-"

"Are they all right? Are they healthy? Should I schedule an amnio?" Taylor asked.

"Everything is fine. You can schedule an amnio. We can do it in a couple of weeks."

Taylor nodded. "I'll call my gynecologist."

The tech looked at Taylor. "You can use the bathroom now."

"Oh, thank God," Taylor said as she moved to sit up. Joe helped her down from the table. "I'll be back."