Page 51 of Doctor’s Surprise Twins

“Thanks, Tony. You give her a kiss for me, but tell her I’m still sore that Curt got to stand for her instead of me.” I winked at him. Maggie’s choice to have a best man instead of a maid of honor was respectable. It was a new trend to have a man stand with the bridal party and a woman as a groomsman. Maggie and Derek had chosen Peter and Curt, and I couldn’t have been happier.

The entire hall had been set up in a nontraditional fashion, the dining tables for the reception already spread out and decorated. A silver runner spread across the floor between the tables indicated the aisle where Tony would walk Maggie toward the small pedestal at the front. White roses and pink peonies decorated every table, and every chair had a white cover complete with silver ribbon and more roses and peonies tied around the backs.

Jenson tossed his bottle and giggled at it as it rolled across the floor. He smacked Isla, then tried to steal her bottle, so I had to hold his hand back from her. “No, no, Jenson. Let sissy drink her bottle.” He grinned at me and pinched my fingers. Maggie and Derek had their hands full with this guy. “You’re ornery.” I smiled at him and touched my finger to his nose. “Boop.”

He giggled and touched his own nose, then pointed. “Mama.” I looked up but did not see Maggie anywhere, which meant he was calling for her, not that he’d seen her. He didn’t get fussy, though, so I was thankful for that.

When Maggie’s Aunt Becky hobbled over—foot in a cast after a slip on some ice—and sat down, I felt relief. I had to pee so badly. Becky had been part of the wedding planning committee. We’d done wedding dress shopping and flower shopping, and even cake testing, together. Maggie had insisted that since her mother could not be there, she’d include Becky. I knew that Maggie would approve of the older woman watching the twins while I ran to the toilet before the service started.

“Hey, Becky. I have a huge favor. I’ve been with these guys for hours and I have to—”

“Say no more. Auntie Becky is here to save the day!” She waved her hand at me and smiled. “Just push them over here. You might want to grab that bottle, too, before it gets stepped on or kicked away.”

I pushed the stroller toward her and then picked up the bottle. After glancing at the clock on the wall, I realized I had less than ten minutes before things got heated up. Most guests were already seated, though there were still quite a few empty chairs. I didn’t know who was missing since I didn’t help with guest lists or seating arrangements.

I hustled off to the bathroom to relieve myself, and while I was in there, I checked my hair and makeup. Then I took a deep breath and let the tension out of my shoulders. I would have these babies for two weeks while Derek and Maggie were on their honeymoon, and I was already feeling a bit stressed out. I didn’t know how Maggie did it. Though I supposed when it was thrust upon you as a surprise, you didn’t have much choice but to rise to the occasion.

Finished in the bathroom, I headed back out, suddenly thinking about the baby I lost when I was younger. My head was down, my thoughts on how fortunate Maggie was to have had a successful pregnancy when I slammed into a broad chest.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry—”

My words caught in my throat. I stared into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Eyes that were connected to a face I recognized. The strawberry blond hair, the scruffy stubble... I never thought I’d see him again.

“Evan.”

“Gypsy.”

We spoke at the same time, both of us clearly shocked at the appearance of the other. It had been eight years since I last saw him, the day before he shipped out. The day before my heart broke in so many ways I had never been able to fix it. I had no words. I stood there frozen in place and staring at him. My jaw gaped like the jowls of a Saint Bernard, but thankfully without the drool.

“What are you doing here?” Evan looked around and touched my elbow, backing me against the wall out of the line of sight down the hallway.

“Maggie is my best friend. You?” I couldn’t believe he was standing in front of me. He hadn’t changed a bit except to get more handsome, broader shoulders, and a little more facial hair.

“Derek kinda took me in when I came home. I didn’t know you lived in Yellow Springs now.”

The chemistry between us hadn’t faded in the time we had been apart. I felt the magnetic energy bouncing between us. The way his eyes flicked to my lips then back to my face, I could think of nothing else but to kiss him. But my heart...

“Why did you never call? I wrote to you a dozen times. I sent emails. I needed you.” The emotion of a lifetime flooded back, the pain and hurt, the love and ache I felt as I pined away, mourning our child. A child he had known nothing about. I felt so much shame putting pressure on him to tell me why he’d kept secrets from me when I hadn’t told him about the baby.

“Gypsy, now really isn’t the time.” He stepped closer, his cologne so intoxicating I thought my knees would buckle. His body melded against mine as voices passed nearby, as if he were trying to hide me away in shame. The problem was, I wasn’t even angry about it this time. I wanted him to. I wanted him to take me in that bathroom and fuck me against the stall door like we did the last day of my senior year.

I held my breath, watching his eyes float downward to my lips again. His grip on my elbow tightened. he leaned in.

“Evan, I...”

My eyes fluttered shut. My lips parted. His mouth brushed over mine so slightly that I almost missed it, and then he dived in. His kiss was just as amazing as I remembered, the tip of his tongue dancing over mine. He backed me against the wall harder, pressing his body against mine until I felt the growing bulge in his pants. His hands greedily explored my curves, searching for something.

I let him enjoy me, his hands grabbing my breasts and ass, then cupping my cheeks and messing my hair up. I didn’t care. I had what felt like a hundred lifetimes of pining to make up for.

“Gypsy!” Someone called out my name, which made Evan pull away. His intent eyes locked on mine.

“I’m babysitting...” I muttered, biting my lip. “Maggie and Derek’s twins.”

Evan looked disappointed, as if under any other circumstance, we’d have blown off the wedding and gone somewhere private. His chest heaved, and he took my hand, sliding it between us. He rubbed it along his pants, and I felt his cock, hard and hungry.

“See what you do to me? What you’ve always done to me?” He kissed me again and bit my lower lip. “When you’re done babysitting, call me. Derek knows how to get ahold of me.”

And then he was gone, leaving me flustered and disheveled. I watched him walk back into the hall and disappear, and I took a deep, cleansing breath. I felt panicked and overwhelmed, but simultaneously aroused and needy. If Evan was in town, it opened a huge can of worms I’d kept sealed and buried for almost a decade. But it also offered me the opportunity to find love in his arms again, after so long.

“Gypsy!”

I cleared my throat, tossed my hair, and headed back toward the hall. My only mission for the rest of this night was to avoid having to tell Evan the secret I’d kept from him. Our baby was stillborn.