Chapter 113b: Kailani
As you wait for rain to fall
Only God knows
The whole sky glows
Maybe lightning strikes twice
After their study session, Kai lingered in the hallway, chewing on her lip. She didn’t want to go to Caitrin’s, but she’d promised. She didn’t want to go alone, but she didn’t want Conrad there, not when the result was almost inevitably going to be unpleasant for him. She glanced over at Taro.
He glanced back at her, reading her expression. “You want me to walk with you?”
“Could you?” she asked, relieved. “I really don’t want to do this.”
“Sure, I’ll come with. It’ll be okay.”
“Thanks,” she smiled shakily. “I know it’s stupid, acting like if I don’t think about it, it will go away…”
“You don’t want to think about it, though. I get that. C’mon, it’s better to know at least.”
“Yessir.” She stuck near him in the hallway, and tried not to give in to the urge to drag her feet and walk slower and slower.
“Don’t call me that,” he laughed, grabbing her into a quick hug.
She hugged him back, startled into a smile. “How are things going with Mea?”
“Oh, uh. Good, I guess.”
And she’d put her foot in it again. She smiled back at him anyway. “Good. She seems like a nice girl.”
That got a smile back from him. “Yeah, she is. I think she really is.”
“Good,” she repeated, with a warm smile. He deserved a nice girl. She looked from him, nervously, to the Doctor’s office. She couldn’t put it off forever. “Thanks for walking me over here.”
“Hey, no problem. I’ll wait for you.”
“Thanks.” That would also avoid Conrad seeing Taro come home without her and asking uncomfortable questions. Feeling as if she was walking into an exam for which she was entirely unprepared, she stepped into the office.
“Good afternoon, Kailani,” the nurse greeted her. “What can we do for you?”
“I,” she gulped. “I believe I might be pregnant. And I’d like to ascertain that and, if there’s any possibility,” oh god, “the father of the theoretical child?”
“Oh, dear. Well, we can certainly check the one easily enough. Paternity is a bit more difficult at this point. Go on into exam room one and the doctor will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.” Aaand now the nurse thinks you’re a horrible slattern. Maybe Mom was right. She headed into the exam room anyway, sitting nervously in the plastic chair.
Dr. Caitrin walked in after a few minutes. “Relax, Kailani. This is a routine procedure, and you’ll be fine no matter what the answer is.”
She gulped quietly. “I don’t have a lot of choice, do I?”
“I could not tell you, if you really want.”
“No...” she sighed. “Conrad deserves to know.” Even if Anatoliy didn’t.
“Alright, then. Please lift your shirt, this will be easier the closer I can get.”
She pulled her shirt obediently up to her bra, watching the doctor curiously. Caitrin put her cheek to Kailani’s belly, placing her palm flat beside it, and murmured a long Working. Kai tried to pick up the Words, but they were all a long blur; she could barely even catch her Name. As she Worked, though, the doctor smiled, a warm, maternal smile; and then blinked in surprise.
“What?” Kai asked nervously.
“You’re definitely pregnant,” she confirmed, lifting her head and gently pulling Kai’s shirt back down.
“But that wasn’t a surprise, right?” she pressed.
“Not particularly, no. Would you like to know the genders of the babies?”
“Babies?” she blinked. “Plural. Plural babies.”
“Plural babies,” Caitrin nodded. “Two, to be exact.”
“Two.” She looked down at her flat stomach. “I’m carrying twins?”
“Technically, yes, although this is something of a special case. Heteropaternal superfecundation is rare, even here.”
“Heter… oh, thank god.” She slumped with relief.
“You’re familiar with the term, then,” the doctor smiled approvingly. “Does that sufficiently answer your paternity question?”
“Yes,” she nodded slowly, “thank you. You said genders?”
“One girl and one boy. I won’t be able to tell you which belongs to which father without them here as well.”
She nodded. “We can work that part out later. Thank you, Doctor.” She smiled, relief flooding through her. “Thanks.”
“You’re quite welcome, Kailani. You’re a healthy girl and I don’t foresee any difficulties, but please come in on a monthly basis for a checkup.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She bounced down from the table, feeling considerably better already. Twins! She nearly skipped from the room.
Taro was still waiting for her when she left. “Hey, looks like good news?”
“Probably the best to be hoped for, under the circumstances,” she smiled. “But I should tell Conrad first.”
“Best to be hoped for? Okay, sure.” His tone was puzzled, but he didn’t press further as he tagged along, clearly intending to stick around until such revelation.
Well, she could let Conrad handle that. She walked with Taro back to the suite, trying to calm down the bounciness. She didn’t know that this would make Conrad happy. He was hard to predict, in such things.
He was, at least, predictably there, sitting in an armchair in the living room, with his nose in a book. She sat down on the edge of the armchair next to him, her happiness quickly turning to nerves. “Hi.”
“Hi there.” He folded his book around his finger and turned a wide smile on her. “What’s up?”
She loved that smile. She hoped she wasn’t about to make it go away. “I went to visit Dr. Caitrin.”
He nodded slowly. “What’d she have to say?”
She gulped. “Heteropaternal superfecundation. Twins, a boy and a girl.”
“Hetero-whatsit? What does that mean?”
“Oh!” She blushed hotly. “Two children by two separate fathers. Ah. Logically, that means I’m carrying both your child and Anatoliy’s.”
“Both...” The smile faded, but a part of it hung on determinedly. “That’s a new one.”
“Well,” she said quietly, “it means Agatha won’t need to use her remaining five minutes for that. And it means I get to have a baby with you, too.”
“It does.” The smile crept back up a little. “And it means you won’t have to go through it again while you’re here.”
“Well,” she pointed out rationally, “you’ll still need to have a second.”
“There is that. I’ve got two more years to worry about that though.”
She scooted down from the chair arm onto his lap and looked at him thoughtfully. She didn’t like the idea of him with someone else. She didn’t like the idea of not being with him.
He grinned back at her. “Of course, if you keep me I don’t have to worry about it, it’ll be your decision.”
She felt her smile coming back in response to that wonderful smile. “It will,” she agreed, and kissed him. Kissing him seemed like a very good idea.
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