He assisted her with putting her legs in the stirrups, maneuvered her gown out of the way and then added lubrication to the wand.

She grabbed her husband by the shirt and brought him down to her face, “If your cock even so much as twitches over this, I’m beating the shit out of you.”

“It’s sleeping, I swear.”

She let him go and braced herself for sudden invasion.  To her surprise, the doctor was already in and clicking on a keyboard bringing up the image on the monitor.

Simone was right, this dude is good!

He moved it around and just when he was about to turn the screen to the expectant parents so they could see the first image of their baby, he blinked a bit and continued clicking.

“Is the little guy flipping you off doc?  Sorry about that, but he is like his mutter.”  Cole joked and Devin swiped at him again, but this time he was able to back away in time.

“Please remain still Devin, I’m continuing to take images.”

“What’s wrong?”  She asked with clear worry in her voice.

“Verifying what I’m seeing is all, everything looks good.”  He reassured while his eyes didn’t leave the screen.

Cole shrugged at his wife and they waited patiently.  Doctor Zakhary soon looked satisfied and turned the monitor around.  He pointed to a white semi-circle, “Baby A.”  And then another, “Baby B.  Congratulations, you’re having twins.”

You all remember Alex’s crickets which used to hang out with her and make an appearance when she’d let it slip about her virginity?  Well, the little buggers hitched their wagon to the VonSnyders’ and were now in the exam room with them and were delighted to play their tune once again.

Oh ja, good times.

“What the fuck?”  She gasped.

“Garrick and Friedrich?  At the same time?”  Cole asked in disbelief.

“I’m afraid it’s too early to determine the sex Mr. VonSnyder.”  The doctor pointed out the obvious.

“Trust me those are my boys, ja?”  He scowled at the man.

His wife began to hyperventilate, and he squeezed her hand, “Schöne, breathe, it’ll be alright.”

“YOU’RE FUCKING KIDDING ME, RIGHT?”

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the little redheaded sprite tinkerbell was officially losing her shit.  Can you blame her?