"Let's take a look here," Dr. Romero- the OBGYN Dr. Cole had recommended- says, moving the wand of the ultrasound around my stomach. She pushes down a little harder, studying the screen with squinted eyes.

It has been hectic the last few days, especially with the shocking news that I am pregnant. Ollie has been hovering lately, wanting to help me in any way he can. It has been driving me crazy, seeing as I am not even showing yet, but he gets upset whenever I turn down his help.

So, along with having a worried and overprotective best friend, I have to contend with the fact that my soon to be ex was slipping me suppressants- dangerous ones at that- in order to ensure that I would not get pregnant. It makes no sense to me, especially since it is obvious that he wants kids since he knocked someone else up.

The information had been hurtful, making the shame curl inside me again. After our last appointment, Ollie had taken me home, and then immediately emailed Ms. Mikelson about the suppressants. I haven't decided if I want to press charges or not, but Ollie had convinced me to at least let my divorce lawyer know. All I want is for this mess to be over.

I finally get to have the family that I have been wanting for years. Maybe it isn't with the alpha I thought it would be, but now I can see that I am lucky. Aaron did this while we were together and before we had kids. Who knows what mess we would be in if we decided to stay together for longer.

Besides, Ollie is the only person I trust enough to have children with. He is the only one who has stayed by my side when things got tough, supporting me even if he didn't agree with my decisions. So, if I had to have kids with someone, I am happy it is with him.

Too bad he couldn't be here for this appointment. I hadn't wanted to come alone, but Ollie couldn't get any more days off of work right now, especially since he wants to take some time off when the baby comes. It had taken a lot to get him to leave this morning. In the end, I had to resort to hugging him tight, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pushing him towards his car.

My lips still tingle from the soft brush, but I force myself off that train of thought. No use getting worked up now when I can't do anything about it.

"Oh," Dr. Romero exclaims, pulling me from my thoughts.

"What is it?" I ask, eyes wide as I look up at her, heartbeat picking up. "Is something wrong?"

The thought of something harming my baby or my baby being hurt has my stomach clenching. I had wanted this for long and gone through so much just to have my baby be in danger. I don't know if I could stand it.

She looks over at me, a wide smile on her face. "Congratulations, Mr. Katz. It looks like you are having twins."

"Twins?" I breathe, trying to wrap my head around her words. "Really?"

"For sure," she says, eyes flitting back to the screen. "I see two fetuses here, fraternal. Would like to see?"

"Yes, please," I whisper.

She sits back, turning the screen so that I can see. "Here is Baby A," She circles a small bean on the screen before pointing to one further on the right. "And here is Baby B."

"Oh wow." Every possible thought runs through my head, from what I am going to tell Ollie to how I am going to handle being pregnant with twins, to how we are going to tell our family. "Are they okay?"

Dr. Romero nods her head, causing her curls to bounce. "They look perfectly healthy to me. Would you like a copy?" She gestures to the screen.

"Yes. Four please."

"Of course. I'll be right back, and then we'll discuss our plan for this pregnancy."

As soon as she leaves, I push myself up from the table, grabbing a few tissues to wipe the goop from my stomach. Once it is gone, I settle my shaky hands along the still flat planes of my torso, not able to feel anything different than before. It is weird to think two small babies are growing inside of me, and who will be here in just a few months.

There is still so much to do, especially regarding the whole messy divorce from Aaron. I want all of this to be over by the time they get here since my babies don't deserve to be born when I can't give them my full attention.

Dr. Ramos returns a few minutes later, handing me the printed out photos. My fingers brush along the top, still soaking in the fact that not only am I pregnant but with twins as well.

She just smiles at me, pushing the ultrasound machine away before pulling up her computer. "Since everything looks fine for now, I am going to have you come for another checkup in about a month. Most of the time, I only take high-risk pregnancies, but seeing as Dr. Cole has referred you to me and that you are pregnant with twins, I want to continue seeing you for the duration of your pregnancy.

"There are a few concerns I want to talk to you about. It says in your file that you were on fertility treatments and suppressants at the same time? Can I ask why?"

Biting my lip, I drop my hands from my stomach, desperately wishing Ollie was here with me. He has always been a comfort, and he would definitely be holding my hand, answering these questions so that I didn't have to.

"I didn't know about that until a few weeks ago. Apparently, my ex-husband was slipping me suppressants while I was on fertility treatments."

"And the other father to the children is an omega?" she asks, typing up the information that I just told her.

"Correct."

"Well, that answers a few questions. Usually, it is pretty difficult for an omega to get another person pregnant, but the combination of coming off the suppressants along with the fertility treatments causes your hormones to spike. It would be nearly impossible for you to not get pregnant during the ensuing heat, no matter your partner."

That answers a few of my questions as well. One of the reasons I hadn't been worried when sharing my heat with Ollie was because of the fact that it is so hard for omegas to get others pregnant. It seems for once, though, that luck was on our side.

"Since twin pregnancies are more high risk, I want you to be taking it easy. Try to get as much sleep as possible, stay away from stressful situations, and prioritize taking care of yourself. Since the babies are fraternal, we don't have to worry so much about complications that arise from two babies sharing the same placenta."

Her words cause me to sigh in relief, relaxing slightly. "How far along am I?"

"About 10 weeks. And by my calculations, you will be forty weeks on July 5. But seeing as you are having twins, I don't want you going past 38 weeks. There is a higher chance of one of the babies being stillborn if we go farther than that, and we want to take all precautions that we can."

She sits back then. "Do you have any questions for me, Mr. Katz?"

"Milo, please," I tell her, giving her a small smile. "And no, not right now."

"Alright, Milo." She stands up then, holding her hand out for me to shake. When I set my hand in hers, she gives it the cursory two pumps before dropping it. "It was nice to meet you, and I will see you in four weeks."'

She walks out of the room then, leaving me to gather my stuff before walking out as well. The receptionist is nice, easily booking me an appointment. Dr. Romero isn't nearly as busy as Dr. Cole, seeing as she just deals with high-risk pregnancies. This place is so cozy, looking like a small house instead of a clinic.

There is even hot chocolate sitting next to the front door, and I grab a cup before leaving. Snow is falling outside, and it must have just started. There is only a light dusting of it on the sidewalk, but it doesn't look like it is going to be stopping anytime soon.

It is only half past noon, so I head back to the bookstore, where I know David has been working all day. This is a slow period of time, so I can probably get a quick nap in before I send him home and take over the store.

Just as I predicted, the store is practically empty. The coffee shop next door, though, is completely full, but since Xania and Joey seem to be doing fine, I leave them be.

"Hi, Mr. Katz," David calls once he sees me come in.

"David, how has it been today?"

He leans against the counter, a small smile on his face. "Slow, as usual. But someone did come in looking for you."

My heart stills at his words, and I have to force the air out of my lungs as I go to stand in front of him. "Oh really? Who?"

"That guy from the coffee shop a few weeks ago? The one who was hassling you?" Immediately, a picture of Aaron comes to mind. If he is coming here looking for me, that can't mean anything good. "He was asking to see you, but I told him that you were out all day today."

"Did he believe you?" I ask, words sounding a bit choked. The thought of facing my ex right now has me feeling faint, hand clenching tightly around the warm cup in my hand.

"Seemed to. He stormed out of here, almost broke the door with how hard he slammed it." He shrugs again, sitting back on the stool that is behind the counter. "I don't like the look of him. He looked like he could have done some serious harm if you were really here."

His words have me shakily nodding my head, wholeheartedly agreeing. Aaron's true colors are really coming out. None of this was visible to me when we were still together, but I am starting to think I was just blind to it. Everyone else seems to have realized what an asshole he is years ago, Ollie and Nico never liking him.

"Well, thanks for covering for me. I appreciate it."

"No problem," David says, picking up a book that he had obviously been reading earlier. "Asshole alphas need to be put in their place, and I am happy to do it."

Giving him a small smile, I slip back to my office, having to wade through the crowded coffee shop to get there, but it is worth it. My office is blissfully silent, the only sound being the Christmas music that always plays throughout the shops this time of year.

The couch is calling my name, and I fall down on it, dropping the last of my hot chocolate into the waste bin.

This day has been so conflicting, going from learning that I am not only pregnant but having twins, to hearing that Aaron was on a rampage looking for me.

Just when I am close to falling asleep- my exhaustion having caught up to me- the door to my office flings open, smashing into the wall. The sound has me jumping a foot in the air, head snapping over to the now open doorway.

"Aaron, what the hell are you doing here?" I cry, pulling myself up from the couch.

"Looking for you," he snarls, face turned into one of absolute anger. Fear shoots through me, and I immediately start scrambling for my phone, but he shuts and locks the door behind him before quickly closing the distance between us. Before I even have a chance of calling for help, he is snatching my phone from my hand, and throwing it to the floor. "Oh, I don't think so. You and I are going to have a nice little chat. Alone."

*****

Sorry for this update being a little later than usual! But it is here now.

And also, thank you to everyone who voted for a NaNoWriMo chapter. The winner was: Option Three (MattyxRowan). So, this story will be coming in November. If you voted for the other stories, don't worry! They will be coming soon, I promise!