“What?!” you asked in shocked surprise.
“Oh my god, Koemi was right,” Dabi mumbled with a creeped out look on his face.
At that point your body filled with goosebumps.
“Holy shit,” you whispered.
“I’m sorry?” The doctor asked.
“Oh… sorry… umm… our little girl said something about our boy being a twin. She’s 4. How the hell did she know that?!” You said, getting more weirded out by the second.
“Children say odd things,” the doctor said with an amused smile and a shake of his head, “they have very vivid imaginations.”
“Buddy… this goes beyond vivid imaginations she literally prophesied this.” you thought as you just stared at him.
“We would like to do some more tests.” The doctor continued, “but at this point we aren’t too concerned.”
“Umm… ok?” you said nervously.
“I will be scheduling an ultrasound for you tomorrow.”
“Ok,” you replied, still cuddling your little one in arms.
The doctor discussed a few other things and then left and your family came back into the room to continue chatting and cuddling the newest member of the family.
You didn’t want to concern them by mentioning what the doctor had said so decided to just play it down until you knew more about what was going to happen.
You told them you would be staying in hospital for a few more days and your mum didn’t seem too concerned by it, which was good.
Arrangements were made for Koemi to stay with your mum and dad until you had come home, as Dabi would need to be in and out of the hospital to visit you, and it would be easier if she stayed with them.
She was stoked about that! Sleepovers at grandma and grandpa’s house always meant lollies and sweets and everything nice so you promised her you would see her very soon and then you would all be back home together again.
Daily, you went for scans and tests and eventually they decided to go up inside and clean you out, so on day 4 in the hospital you pumped some milk for your little one and then got prepped for surgery.
As always, Dabi was right there beside you, supporting you through it all, and when you woke in recovery later, he was there with your little boy in arms.
“Hey mama,” he greeted as you came around from being unconscious.
“Mmm,” you croaked.
“How do you feel?”
“Mmmm,” you croaked again, your eye lids feeling like they were glued together- you were having a hard time keeping them open.
“Want to have a cuddle of your boy?” Dabi asked.
You rolled your head to the side and shakily reached an arm out to him so Dabi gently put him in your arms and you closed your eyes again for a minute and just held him.
“It’s done. It’s all done,” you thought with relief as you lay there with Dabi beside you and your baby in arms.
Your recovery from the surgery was slow and gradual, but in time you managed to get out of the hospital and back home.
Unsurprisingly, your mum was super worried when you did tell her about what the doctor had said and she took a few weeks off to cook for you and help with the kids.
You little boy was super chilled. He never cried, only for food, and loved being in daddy’s arms so Dabi carried him around a lot of the time.
Koemi was such a loving older sister, but she would get frustrated that little Zen wasn’t able to get up and run around with her. You had to remind her that he was only a little baby still, and that she would have to be patient.
Slowly Zen grew. His placidness kept everyone in the house calm, and his mouth kept your wallet on the red line. Boy, could he eat! By the time he was 3 months old he could guzzle down a 250ml bottle of formula in 2 second flat and then whinge for more.
“You’re lucky daddy is picking up Koemi from school today,” you said to him as he grumbled in your arms while you waited for the bottle of formula to heat up, “you have time for a second bottle. If mummy had to pick her up from school, then you wouldn’t have been able to have this one, you little fatty.” You chuckled and kissed his chubby cheeks then reached for the bottle warmer as it beeped.
Once you had picked the bottle out (one handed) and tested it to make sure it was warm enough, you popped the teat into his wide-open mouth and he latched onto it and sucked like his life depended on it.
“You’re a bottle monster, aren’t you,” you asked him as you walked over and sat down in the chair at the table so he could enjoy his drink in peace.
Just then the front door flew open and in marched Koemi, done with her second day at the Nekoma primary kindergarten.
“Well, hello,” you said with surprise when she marched in with a look on her face, “did you have fun at school?”
“No,” she said firmly, “it was not a good day.”
“Oh? Why sweetheart, what happened?” you asked her.
“This boy at my school wouldn’t let me play in the playhouse and he was standing in front of the door so I told him to move out of the way!” She announced, moving her hand in the motion of pushing someone out of her way.
“And did he move?” you asked, still with Zen in arms, sucking ferociously on the bottle.
“No. He said he would only move if I gave him a kiss because he said I was pretty!”
You burst out laughing and Dabi poked his head around the corner.
“Sound familiar?” he asked cheekily.
“Yes, it does,” you said to him, then spoke to Koemi again, “and what did you do?”
“I punched him in the face and he fell over so I kicked him in his bum and then stepped over him and played in the playhouse,” she said with a firm nod.
You cackled and looked at Dabi again.
“And does that sound familiar?” you asked him.
“Yes. And I’m glad for it,” he replied with a smirk, “you keep hitting those boys, baby, don’t you kiss any of them,” he said to Koemi.
“Boys will never change,” you said to Dabi with a chuckle again as he walked over and kissed your forehead, “hey… I saw the Chance that day and took it.”
“Chance ball,” you said with a smile.
“Exactly,” he replied.
This has been, by FAR, my longest running book! If you read from beginning to end, I want to thank you so much for putting up with such a lengthy story!
I look forward to writing a brand new book very soon ☺️ Thank you all so much for your support and comments on wattpad and I’ll see you again in the next story.
Much Love, Author.