Chapter 39
"TWINS?!" he yelled.
"Twins?" Paul repeated. "Oh shit."
"Fucking hell, Bree, I thought you said there was only a one to ten percent chance of multiples with those drugs," Brian said.
"I guess I'm one of the one to ten percent," Briana shrugged. "Hey, be thankful it wasn't the six you liked to joke about."
"Yeah, honestly," Paul chuckled. "It isn't enough we have one Spanky in the world already, now there's going to be two more."
"You and your big mouth finding the other bean," Brian said to him. "Thanks a lot, Paul."
"Glad to oblige," he grinned.
"Even if Paul hadn't spotted it, the doctor would have eventually anyway," Briana pointed out. "Don't pitch such a fit."
"I'm not pitching a fit, I'm just…..wow, shocked."
"But just imagine it, dude," Paul said excitedly, "two little Brians that probably look just like you with big blue green eyes and curly blond hair that come dancing out of the womb to 'Man with a Plan' . Oh, and they'll look so cute in mini Speedos and tiny jackets."
"You're just full of wisecracks today, aren't you, senor?"
"No, I'm serious. I think the whole idea of two boys is kind of cool. We could teach them to wrestle and shit. Can you imagine? It would be the male version of the Bella Twins, only with more skill."
Briana cleared her throat. "Before you two start making any long term plans, please stop and consider the possibility of these twins being adorable little blond girls dressed in pink frilly dresses and little Mary Janes and their hair in curly pigtails."
"Or little brunette girls if we're really lucky," Brian grinned, now getting used to the idea. "That are as beautiful as their mama, may I add."
"Wow," she smiled. "Just five minutes ago, I thought you were about to decapitate me when I told you I was having twins. Guess you are going to warm up to the idea, huh?"
"If I was going to chop off a head, it would have been El Mexicano over here," Brian joked, indicating Paul. "Him finding that second little blob prompted all this. But then again, it will give us a head start on needing two of everything."
He gave Paul a healthy pat on the back. "Looks like you secured your spot as godfather after all, El Paulio."
"I can deal with that," Paul answered with a cheesy grin.
"Yeah, both of you will probably spoil these kids rotten," Briana chuckled. "I'll likely end up being Mean Mommy."
"Yep," Brian confirmed.
She laughed, pulling out a book, giving it to them. "In the meantime, maybe you two can help me start picking out names. It's never too early."
"What?" Paul asked jokingly, "You mean 'Hi, I'm Brian, this is my son Spanky and this is my other son Spanky' won't work?"
"You are one piece of work, dude," Brian laughed, giving him a playful shove. "Come on, man, let's get busy. This is just the beginning of the work I have ahead of me."