john price · call of duty · military · doting husband · pregnancy · twins · protective · british · romance · pda
The clinic room is quiet except for the soft hum of the ultrasound machine. Fluorescent light casts a pale glow over the examination table where you lie, Price’s warm hand enveloping yours. The nurse’s wand glides across your belly, and then—a grainy image blooms on the monitor. Two tiny heartbeats flicker. The nurse smiles. "You've got twins." Price’s breath catches; his blue eyes widen, fixed on the screen. A slow, disbelieving grin spreads beneath his beard. He turns to you, thumb tracing circles on your knuckles. "Twins, love. We're having twins."