"I don't want to go."
"Yeah, well, you don't have a choice." Droite crossed her arms, glaring down at me from the side of the bed. "Get up or I'll drag your ass out of there myself."
I huffed, turning on my side and pulling the covers to my neck, which seemed to anger Droite enough that she tossed the comforter off of me. Then her arms were around me and, even though I was practically the size of a small cow, she lifted me up and placed my feet on the floor. In my bra and panties, I just glowered at her. She growled quietly, pushing me towards the dresser.
"Okay, okay," I mumbled begrudgingly. "I'll get dressed. But I really, really don't want to go."
"Kai, for the love of god, you missed your last appointment. I'm not taking another chance with our child." She watched as I got into a short green skirt and a white sweater. Along with stockings and simple brown shoes, which I had gotten from Mizael, I got myself up and ready to go. My wife came up behind me, brushing out my hair gently. Chewing on my bottom lip, I sighed. Shaking hands clutching my skirt, I kept my eyes on the floor.
To be perfectly honest, I wanted to miscarry. Badly. I hated being pregnant, even though before I believed I loved the thing growing inside me. But now I was realizing that school was more important and I wanted to go to college. That was why I wasn't willing to go to any appointments or looking for parenting classes. Or anything else, for that matter.
Patting Morpho on the head and giving Galaxy a kiss goodbye, I went out of the room and downstairs, waiting patiently for my wife to get finished with feeding her cat. A butler came to me, offering me a cup of water, which I took and thanked him for. As he disappeared, I found myself staring around the foyer, inspecting the paintings and marble statues. A few angels stood on their pedestals, along with paintings that looked like they were centuries old hanging on the walls. I hadn't really looked at the décor of the house. The moment my eyes met the painting of a woman in black holding a cup overflowing with a red liquid, I deemed it my favorite.
There was a knock on the front door, and one of the maids went to go get it. In stepped none other than Mizael, who was decked out in the most bird-like outfit I've ever seen him in. He flicked at his hair as he came inside, looking as fabulous as his ego had made him. He came over to me after sending the maid off.
"Hey, Kai, how're you feeling?" he inquired.
I sighed. "Like I've got enough mass to have my own solar system." After a few awkward moments of silence, Droite came down in her usual outfit of jeans and a blouse. I smiled at her, and she came to me and pressed her lips to mine. At Mizael's laugh, we pulled apart and sent him a look to shut up.
Cecilia appeared beside us out of nowhere seemingly and passed jackets to Droite and I. "You three have fun at the appointment; let me know how the ultrasound goes, okay?"
"Yes, mother," Droite said, bringing her hand to her face. I understood the exasperation; the older woman was way too happy to be a grandmother. Mizael lead the way out, holding the door open for both of us girls as all three of us went to his *surprise, surprise* Bentley. Which, by the way, is one fancy ass car. Even though it was a dark green, it was still pretty. The seats were leather, and Mizael offered the keys to Droite, who took them with a smirk.
"I'm not going to scratch your car," she said as he gave her a weird look. I rolled my eyes and laughed. As soon as Droite got the car open we got inside, Mizael taking the middle backseat and wrapping his arms around the headrests. I glared at him, but he simply smirked at me.
Alright, driving in a Bentley is one of the best experiences anyone can have. So smooth, the roar of the engine, the heated seats, all of it was just amazing. I sat there in the leather, almost falling asleep because of the warmth coursing through me at the time, when the car veered into a parking lot and jerked me out of my drowsy state with a snort. Mizael gave me a look before busting out into laughter. I stuck my tongue out at him childishly, wanting to smash his face into the nearest wall.
The clinic was as plain as it had been the first time I had come here. People gave us discriminating expressions as we entered the waiting room; even though I'd gotten used to them, I still wanted to punch people in the face for it. I walked up to the front desk, paying for my visit, before getting told to sit down. Furo would most likely throw a fit for me not having come to the last appointment, but I wasn't in the mood for her shit. Simply sitting in between Mizael and Droite, I held hands with my wife while gazing at the other women in the room. Like last time, there were a variety of them in here, in different stages of pregnancy and sometimes not even having a spouse with them. At least, that's what I assumed.
It took no more than a minute for Furo to come flying out from behind the front desk and she plopped herself in front of me, her hands on my knees as she gave me a glare, similar to a toddler. Her mile long hair was in two buns, giving her the appearance of a hamster.
"C'mon, Kai, I'm getting you to the ultrasound room this instant, and your buddies are going to drag you in there no matter what." Standing, she yanked me from my seat before I could say something. Droite smacked her forehead and Mizael just laughed. I huffed, allowing the three to push and pull me to the room, which looked more like a hospital room than anything else. The boxy machine in the corner, next to the bed, gave me the eebie jeebies as I looked at it. I couldn't protest, and I was already there, so I just sat down on the bed and laid back, feeling the elevation of the head part of the mattress.
"Please tell me that this is harmless," I murmured, panic making me shake a bit. Furo pulled a stool over as my wife and our best friend stood beside the bed on the opposite side of the doc.
"Of course," Furo stated, sitting on the stool, taking a pair of rubber gloves from the box on one of the machine's shelves and putting them on her hands. "I'm going to see how your baby is doing... Although, you're showing a lot more than you should at this point in your pregnancy." Turning on the machine, freaking me out for a few good seconds, she plugged in a piece of equipment, which reminded me of a tree stump for some odd reason. "Are you eating healthy?"
"Cecilia only ever makes me healthy things these days." I pulled up my sweater so that it rested underneath my breasts. Droite squeezed my shoulder while Mizael knelt down beside the bed, arms beside my knees.
"Hm, alright..." Furo popped open a drawer, grabbing a tube of clear liquid. "Anyway, this is the gel that will allow the ultrasound wand to move around. It's going to be cold." After I had nodded, she opened the tube and squeezed some of the gel onto my stomach, a little below my belly button. A squeak came from my mouth, causing me to press my hands to my mouth. Furo smiled in amusement before pressing the wand's large end to where she had dumped the gel. The pressure was uncomfortable, but I dealt with it.
The whoosh, whoosh sound sent chills down my spine, but I watched the screen Furo had turned to me as she inspected the weird layers of black and white. Droite and Mizael were equally entranced by what was going on, with my wife's hands clutching one of mine tightly. Furo gave a noise of approval as she located something that looked like a baby. Surprised, I looked to her for confirmation.
"Well, there's one baby," she said, "Let's see if there's any other buns in the oven." A few more moments and another odd shape came to the screen. She pressed a bit harder on my stomach, making me wince, but then she smiled wider. "Well, well, Kai. Looks like you're pregnant with twins."
Wait, wait, wait. "Twins?" I asked meekly, ignoring the gasp that the other blonde gave off and the woman clutching my hand tighter.
Furo nodded. "Yep, twins!" As us three tried to absorb the news, Fure continued on with her examination, pointing out various things, the position of each of the babies, and saying that they looked perfect. Perfectly healthy, little babies.
As I was cleaning up, Furo had shut off the machine and put the wand away. She gazed at me and my two companions, her smile looking genuine. "I'm so happy for you, Kai. Twins! Interesting." Suddenly she became solemn. "I will admit though, this will put a large amount of strain on your body. I'm surprised you're still able to continue school in your condition."
Sitting up, I gazed at her in confusion, feeling Droite place her hands on my shoulders. "Should I stop going to school, then?" I had to admit that I was getting more and more tired with the continued trip to classes, especially in PE. It was killing me, and my poor feet, but I thought nothing much of it.
"I would advise that you should, even though it's still a bad option." The doc pulled her gloves off and tossed them into the wastebasket beside the door. "I'll give you some more information once we go to the examination room."
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Sitting inside the car as we drove back, everything was quiet. All three of us were still shocked from learning that there wasn't going to be one, but two children entering the world sometime in May or June (since I wasn't going to make it to full-term at all). Resting a hand on my stomach, all I could do was worry, worry for these little children and worry for their conditions. Words of premature labor and preeclampsia floated around my brain. I made a mental list in my head, different vitamins and foods and baby supplies that we had to get.
We pulled into the driveway, with Mizael taking off as soon as Droite and I had exited the vehicle. I watched his green car go, wishing that I could just ride on forever in that Bentley without having to worry about the twins that I now knew I was carrying.
Droite's mother was at the door immediately. She looked at our platonic expressions and worry instantly came over her. She dropped her hands onto my shoulders. "Kai, how's my grandchild?"
"Children," I said quietly. Cecilia looked at me in confusion, so I clarified it for her. "I'm having twins."
Her mouth dropped to the floor. Droite just gave me a weird expression before leaving me and running upstairs. I didn't blame her; twins were pretty much worse than just one baby. So I stood there, tears falling from my eyes without my knowledge. Cecilia hugged me tightly, muttering that she was happy for me.
"We got to get so much stuff," she said, pressing her lips to my forehead. "Good thing I'm rich, eh?"
"Yeah, I guess." Looking off to where Droite had disappeared to, I only felt sadness. This was going to put a wedge between us; she had only wanted one child, ever, but she knew the risk of overloading me with that damn experimental shit of hers. She knew the risk. It was her fault, partly. But still...
I left Cecilia and ran up the stairs, ignoring the fact that I was advised to not run anymore. I searched around, eventually discovering Droite in a nearby bathroom, staring into a mirror with water dripping from her face.
She was on the toilet, the seat down, her head between her knees and her hands wrapped behind her head. I entered and came over to her, without getting much of a reaction from her. I knelt down in front of her legs, lifting her face to look at her eyes.
Droite didn't appear to be okay, at all; her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like she had been crying. I drew her into my arms, pressing my face into her shoulder.
"It's okay, Droite," I said, even though I didn't believe half of the crap I was saying. "We'll get through this together."
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