Page 64 of Dragon 7

The doctor looked at her.

The basement hushed.

Deja gave me the oddest expression.

I stared at the nurse. “Did Kiko have the twins or not?”

The nurse nodded. "Yes, Tora. She had the twins."

Oh shit!!!

I leaned forward. "Do you know who the father is?"

The nurse looked at the doctor again.

The doctor lowered his head and gave one slow nod.

The nurse swallowed. "Yes, Tora. The DNA test was completed."

My nerves flared. “Who is the father?”

"The Dragon's brother, Hiro."

Those words landed deep in my chest.

Thank God. . .Kenji isn't the father. . .but. . .they’re Hiro’s twins. Damn it.

The hot tight band that had been wrapped around my chest for weeks finally let go. My shoulders dropped. Air filled my lungs all the way to the bottom for the first time in I didn't know how long.

All this fucking time.

I'd held this fear in private for so long. Now it slid off my shoulders, and I sat in my own skin again.

Hiro's. Not Kenji's.

"Girl." Deja's voice grew strange.

I looked at her. “What?”

Deja grinned. "When did you learn Japanese?"

I blinked. "Huh?"

"You were speaking Japanese to them." Deja gestured at the nurse and the doctor. “I don't speak it, but I know what it sounds like from spending time on this island. You were speaking it.”

“Huh? No.” I looked at Yoichi. “Was I speaking Japanese?”

Shock covered his face also. "Very well too."

I turned back to the doctor and nurse.

Oh.

I cleared my throat.

"Well. . .I've been practicing." I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and glanced at Yoichi without holding his eyes. "I guess I have a. . .gift for learning languages fast."

Yoichi pursed his lips.