Blog Series: The Twins - Chapter 1, Twin A & Twin B
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FIRST AND FOREMOST - huge thank you and shout out to Sasha Elle for the cover of this blog series. She has also designed the other covers for the previous blog series.
Welcome back to the blog series - a bit of backstory first if you’re new around these parts of my woods. Sometimes I pick random characters from my books and give them a small series just because I want to or my muse isn’t ready to let someone go. Are they standalone? Eh, yeah, mostly. You don’t typically need to have read anything else first before these blog series, but there is often references and things that would probably be easier to understand if you were already familiar with these particular characters and their world.
Still isn’t a requirement, though. Words are words. These words are telling a story at the end of the day.
Back to the present: welcome to the next blog series called The Twins. I wanted to wait until after Bene was out into the world to write this blog series because it deals with Beni and Bene, obviously. And because I don’t plan for this series to be as long as any of my others, it’s just a good segway into December and the new year. Some chapters will be longer than others, and yeah … let’s learn a secret about these twins, shall we?
Enjoy.
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The Twins
Chapter 1 - Gian POV
Twin A & Twin B
Gian Guzzi thought his wife had her most beautiful moments when she didn’t realize people were watching her. Like in that very moment. Tired because she was seven and a half months pregnant with twins and already a mother to three young and rowdy boys who kept her running from one end of their mansion to the other, she had every reason to want to sit alone in the corner of their private physician’s office and enjoy the silence.
Wasn’t she owed a bit of quiet time?
He thought so.
Tried to give it to her often, in fact.
But the little girl across the waiting room in her yellow dress, sad about something her father wouldn’t give her, gained his wife’s attention and that was that. Suddenly, she entertained the little girl, making her smile and happy, while giving the exhausted-looking dad across the room a break. By the time the child’s mother came out of the back hallway where they kept the private patient rooms, also looking about as pregnant as his wife, the girl has stopped throwing her tantrum, the father was smiling again, and Cara flipped through a magazine as though she hadn’t done a thing.
All the while, Gian just … watched her.
Very little fazed Cara Guzzi anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time she had gotten really angry about something—but especially regarding him or their boys. He liked to think that was partly because of him and how much effort he put into ensuring her constant happiness—as he’d once promised to do—but he wasn’t that selfish.
A lot of this, and their life …
Well, Cara did all that herself.
Queens did what queens did.
Even if that just happened to be calming down someone else’s child while waiting for your own doctor’s appointment. Considering their own hoard of children, it was safe to say they had their fair share of public meltdown moments. Some of which came with judgment from others, and both he and Cara made a great effort not to do that same thing to other parents.
Five minutes in public with a child wasn’t very telling about anything except for the fact that children would always be children.
“Mrs. and Mr. Guzzi?” Gian’s attention drifted away from his softly smiling wife at the call of their name. The receptionist who also acted as a nurse in the office greeted them with a warm wave as she said, “Your room is ready if you’d like to come back and wait while Dr. Belled finishes up his report.”
Gian was up out of his seat before the woman could even finish her statement with a hand waiting for his wife. Cara’s palm slid into his as she tossed her magazine aside. With his bit of support—she never had to ask for it; he was always ready with it—allowed her to lift from her seat with the same grace she’d used to sit in it.
One wouldn’t guess she was having any trouble in her final months of pregnancy in that second, she carried all of it so incredibly well.
Yes, she was beautifully swollen with his children. Twins, again. Their last children, also, because they’d decided and he had already gone in to have the vasectomy. He didn’t say a word—just made the appointment the day after she asked and had that shit done.
She gave him three children—another two were on the way.
How could he tell her no?
“Thank you,” she murmured before leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.
Gian followed behind her as she headed, smiling to himself. “Always, cara mia.”
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“Still the same?” Cara asked softly.
The doctor raised thick, dark brows and chuckled. He passed Cara a nod before giving Gian a look over his shoulder. “Stubborn boys—you better watch that if they’re already showing it this early, hmm, Gian?”
He would have laughed, but …
“I mean, we came into this knowing she’d be having a second cesarean this time around—a natural birth was a pipe dream, Cara.”
She sighed. “I only wanted to dream.”
A dangerous dream.
He opted not to point that out.
Dr. Belled shrugged one shoulder, and then hit a button on the keyboard to freeze the frame. “And yes, they’re still exactly the same in there. Twin A on the left, head up and facing his brother. And Twin B in the on the right doing the same, little knees tucked right up. Look at their hands. I’ve never seen another pair of twins always be holding hands like that before.”
That was what he’d taken a picture of.
Given this pregnancy was Cara’s second multiples pregnancy and they’d had the usual issues that came along with pregnancy concerning multiples, their checkups and tests were always doubled. They had more than a dozen photos of the twins throughout the progression of months and they were always holding the same hands.
“I think it’s sweet,” Cara said.
“It is,” Gian noted, his gaze taking in the grainy image on the screen. It was much harder to see anything discernible in the ultrasound photos now that the twins were far larger.
“Have we picked names, yet?” the doctor asked, giving them a smile.
Cara laughed, returning just as fast, “Have you decided which one will be born first yet?”
Gian chuckled under his breath but put his hands up in mock surrender when the doctor’s and his wife’s gaze turned on him like one of them wanted him to pick a side. A long-running joke between the two, he knew better than to get between it. Given the positions of the babies and the fact they would be having a caesarean, the doctor could choose either Twin A or Twin B to be born first and he wouldn’t tell Cara which one it was.
So, she wouldn’t tell him the names.
“Don’t look at me. This is between the two of you,” Gian said. “And it’ll finish between you two, as well.”
“You’re not fun, Gian.”
“Plenty fun, actually.”
The doctor didn’t look like he believed it.
Cara laughed. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. We decided Benito and Benedetto for names …. but I just can’t decide which is which.”
That quieted Dr. Belled.
Gian wasn’t surprised at all—his wife told him this very thing many times. He didn’t know how to help, unfortunately.
“Well,” the doctor said, “I suppose once you see them … you’ll know.”
This time, it was Cara’s turn to grow quiet.
Belled nodded, adding, “Mothers always know.”
“Except about which twin will be born first, apparently,” Cara said, giving the man a look.
The doctor laughed under his breath, turning fast in his chair to face the screen once more. “I’d hoped you had forgotten about that.”
“Of course, not!”
Their noise had the nurse knocking on the door to check if everything was okay. Check-ups were always fun with these twins.
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