My eyes are on the screen when he starts the procedure; I'm scared of what he's about to find out, but I know that no matter what he tells me, I will be strong. I have to be. Kane is still looking at me; our gazes lock, and his jaw clenches. I don't know how long we stay staring at each other, but I know that I don't ever want to look away. I don't care that my heartbeat has increased more than before or that it's hard to breathe like this; I want to keep looking at him.
"Congratulations," the doctor's voice makes me jump and return my attention to the screen, "you are pregnant. . . With twins."
My body goes still at his words. Pregnant? With twins? I thought I had mentally prepared myself for his response, but he's managed to throw me off-guard. I wasn't sure how to take care of one b
