His mind had been blown in six months. Six months, your pregnancy time—the time when Rafe simply matured his entire life in a few minutes, for you and for the baby in your womb.

Not that he had gone far, but he had done as much as his fucked up mind could—still trying to deal with the fact that he was a father, like... a real father, a child would see him as a father and he couldn't disappoint.

The relationship was just a little complicated, especially considering the fact that you didn't have a serious, long-term relationship, but he genuinely wanted to take care of you and make sure nothing bad happened.

And if he had to get his hands dirty to keep you safe, well... what would be the harm?

For the first time, he seemed different—not so many impulses, not so many problems. His father noticed it, everyone noticed it, it was only a matter of time. Tick, tock, tick, tock.

But, before that. Rafe accompanied you to all your exams and appointments, and today he was particularly anxious. The reason? There was a possibility that you could find out the baby's gender during the ultrasound, and honestly, he had never felt so curious in his life.

His leg was shaking, his fingers drumming against his knee, an anxious little smile on his face. He didn't know what to do—wasn't even listening to the conversation between you and your doctor, too distracted thinking about the life he'd have the second the baby was born.

“So, lovebirds... Have you thought of any other names? Beyond the first options.” The doctor looked at you, then at him, a grin slowly appearing on her face. “You have two healthy babies here, congratulations.”

Oh, Jesus Christ. Rafe couldn't say anything, much less you, he looked terrified and you looked as shocked as he was. “Twins? Like, two babies? Oh, my...” His hands went to his hair, trying to process the information.

None of the previous ultrasounds had seen the other baby... And now you'd have two babies, not one, but two. Does that mean double love, perhaps?