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Frank and Jamia sat nervously in the hospital waiting room, his hand on her stomach as she read about the latest Tiger Woods drama-rama in a glossy neon tabloid.
"You nervous?" he asked, his hazel eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"A little bit," she glanced down at her middle and smiled, "I just want the baby to be healthy, that's all." A young receptionist, who had been staring at Frank's many tattoos earlier, popped out of the hallway.
"Mister and Missus Iero? The doctor can see you now." she informed robotically, as she had done many time before. Frank helped his wife out of her chair and held her hand as the receptionist led them down the hallway into a room.
"Just make yourselves comfortable, the doctor will see you shortly."
"Thank you." Jamia smiled before the receptionist left. She blushed as she caught Frank staring at her changing out of her clothes into scrubs from the corner of her eye. She laid down on the couch thing, which was covered in a tissue paper-like substance. Frank sat down in a chair and scooted closer to her, not wanting to be apart for a millisecond. Just a few seconds later, an seemingly ten thousand year old man in a doctor's coat entered the room.
"Hello, Mister and Missus Iero," the doctor greeted Jamia and Frank, "How are you?" They shook hands.
"Now tell me, Jamia, is this your first child?" he held a clipboard in his shaking hands, large reading glasses now gracing his face.
"Yes, it's our first child for both of us."
"I see. Do any health complications run in either one of your families? Any genetic diseases you've been worried about?"
"Um," Frank looked over at Jamia, who shook her head, "No, but my family does have a history of bipolar depression, if that helps."
"Alright, alright," the doctor continued to write down notes, "And have either of you smoked or drank since the pregnancy?"
"I smoke occasionally, but I haven't had a cigarette in months. I wouldn't even dream of smoking now, since she's pregnant and all." The doctor put away his notes and folded his hands in his lap, a friendly smile on his wrinkly face.
"Now, what can I do for you two this afternoon?"
"We'd like an ultrasound, just to see how the baby is doing." Jamia replied, squeezing her husband's hand. She couldn't wait to see it; it was the first ultrasound after all. The doctor slapped clear gooey liquid on her tummy, and hooked her up to some machines. Frank was like a little kid with ADHD: he was so excited about the baby he could barely sit still. Finally, an image popped up on the screen; it was vague and blurry, barely anything like the ultrasounds of Bandit Lindsey had shown them. The doctor smiled and pointed to a white blob.
"There's the head of one of them, and here's the other baby's head." he explained. Both Jamia and Frank's eyebrows knit together in confusion.
"Whoa whoa whoa; 'one of them?' What other baby?" Frank questioned.
"Sir, it appears your wife is pregnant with twins." Almost immediately, both of their faces lit up. Two babies? They were over the moon thinking they were only having one. To have two now felt like a blessing was bestowed upon them.
"Frankie," Jamia's voice cracked with happy tears, "We're gonna have two babies!" He held her face with his tattooed hands and kissed her, still trying to wrap his head around the fact he knocked her up with two rather than one. It wasn't a bad thing at all - sure, there would be more crying at night and more diapers to change, but it was twice the baby laughs, twice the love. It was a miracle. He held her hand tighter, never wanting to let go.
"Twins...Oh, my God I'm going to be a father of two!"
"Congratulations, you two," the doctor smiled, recounting hundreds of couples who had their same exact reaction, "Is there anything else you would like to see? You aren't far along yet to see the gender, but everything else for both of them looks healthy and normal." Jamia let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh, good: we really just want a healthy baby." Frank reached over and pointed at the ultrasound, his arm around Jamia's shoulders.
"Look, dear...those are our babies..."