Chapter 42

They were in bed that night when Briana smiled over at Brian. "I have a surprise for you," she said.

"I should have known something was up when you didn't go into many details when you came back from the doctor today." He then sat up. "Nothing's wrong, is there?"

"Of course not. They're both coming along well and are healthy." She pulled something out of a side drawer. "Dr. Edwards sent this home for you."

"Oh yay, another kidney bean picture. We ain't showing this to Paul; my luck, he'll probably find a third one in there or something."

"Rest assured it's only twins, and they're much bigger than in the first picture you saw."

He studied it. "Oh yeah. What exactly am I looking at this time, though?"

"Look a little further down on both and there's your surprise."

"Jesus, they're starting to look like little aliens. Can we go back to kidney beans?"

Briana laughed. "Give me that."

She then pointed out a couple of spots on the photo. "Look right there."

Brian studied it once again, this time a little longer before it hit him. "Holy shit, is that what I think it is on one of them?"

She nodded. "They're still twins, but you're having a son and a daughter."

"Both?!!!"

"Very good; you figured it out, Papa."

"Holy shit, this gets better every day. But Bree?"

She smiled. "Yes?"

"When I said at some point I'd like at least two kids, I didn't mean you had to have them all at once."

"I didn't actually plan it this way, but look at it like this; I'll only be in labor once. Consider it a two for one special," she joked.

"Wonder who they'll look like?"

"Considering who their papa is, I'm sure they'll be adorable. I bet your son is going to be a carbon copy of you."

"Oh, poor kid," Brian groaned. "Short and funny looking." He rubbed her stomach. "Sorry in advance about that, kiddos."

Briana gave him a playful smack. "Oh stop it. You are not funny looking."

"Uh, you've seen me next to Paul and a few other guys, right?"

"Yes. Your point?"

And people think he's arrogant and full of himself, Briana thought. If they only knew…

"Okay, I'll shut up But you're sure you all are okay? You're getting big awful quick."

"Brian, I'm carrying two babies. It's not something we could exactly hide forever."

"Right. Wait till PL hears about this tomorrow that we're having one of each kid. Let's see, I can teach Junior to wrestle, spoil Little Bree Bree rotten…"

"Hold on right there, mister. 'Little Bree Bree?' 'Junior?' I gave you a book of baby names and that was the best you could do?"

"Would you prefer Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I and II?"

"Good lord. And I thought Paul was bad."

"I am not naming my son Pedro," Brian said firmly. "If he wants a Pedro, he can go make his own damn kids."

"Honestly, did you even come up with any good names?"

"Not really," Brian sighed. "But now there's going to be one of each, my job might get easier. And since I'm wide awake," he added, grabbing the name book off the stand, "I'm going to get my happy ass back to work."