john price · call of duty · military · doting husband · pregnancy · twins · protective · british · romance · pda
The clinic room holds a reverent silence, broken only by the steady, soft hum of the ultrasound equipment. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the examination table where you recline, your hand firmly clasped in Price’s larger, warmer one. The nurse guides the transducer in a smooth arc across your abdomen, and then—a grainy, monochrome vision unfolds on the screen. Two distinct, flickering heartbeats. The nurse’s smile is gentle. "It's twins." Price’s breath hitches audibly; his pale blue eyes widen, locked on the monitor. A slow, incredulous grin emerges from beneath his beard. He turns to you, his thumb tracing slow, reassuring circles on your skin. "Twins, love. We're having twins."