You’re Incredible

You’re Incredible
Chapter 298: You're Incredible 
Savannah 
One Month Later

I angled my body slightly, turning this way and that in front of the mirror as if a new perspective might reveal something I hadn’t already memorized. My hand rested over the gentle curve of my stomach, fingers splayed with a tenderness that felt instinctive. 

I was showing.

Not dramatically swollen though. But enough that strangers would know. But to me, who had watched every subtle change with near-obsessive attention, it was unmistakable. A gentle rounding. A softness where there had once been flatness. 

There was proof that something miraculous was unfolding inside me.

A smile spread slowly across my face. I traced slow circles over my belly, imagining tiny fingers, tiny toes, a heartbeat so small yet so determined.

I couldn’t wait to feel the first kick. I couldn’t wait for the moment this invisible, tiny presence made itself known in a way I could feel, not just believe.

I had been lucky. My doctor said so at every visit. Minimal morning sickness. No severe fatigue. My body had accepted this new life with surprising grace. The nausea came and went like a passing cloud. It was unpleasant, yes, but never overwhelming.

I was grateful for that. Profoundly grateful.

Strong arms slid around me from behind, warm palms covering my hands where they rested on my stomach. 

Roman’s chin settled against my shoulder, his breath ghosting over my skin. “What’s on your mind, baby?” he murmured.

I leaned back into him, comforted instantly by his presence. “Nothing,” I said softly. “Just… admiring. It still doesn’t feel real.”

His lips brushed the side of my neck in a slow, affectionate kiss. “I can show you how real it is,” he whispered, voice low with familiar mischief.

I laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “Roman… stop it.”

He chuckled, giving my hip a playful squeeze before stepping away. “Are you ready?”

I gave myself one last look in the mirror. Loose pants. Soft tee. Comfort over fashion was an easy choice these days. Tight clothing made me restless and irritable. My body had its own rules now, and I obeyed them willingly.

“Ready,” I said.

He watched me with quiet attentiveness, the protective instinct that had sharpened over the past month never far from the surface.

“Still up for looking at houses later?” he asked. “It’s supposed to get hot today.”

Excitement sparked instantly. “Of course I am. I’ve been waiting all week.”

We’d been searching for a new home—something built not from history, but from intention. A place chosen for lots of laughter yet to happen. For footsteps yet to echo down hallways. For memories not shadowed by anything that came before.

Roman still looked unconvinced. “You’ll get tired,” he said. “And the heat—”

I pressed my finger gently to his lips. “I’m pregnant, not fragile. I can handle a little heat.”

His brow arched. “Completely sure?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied dramatically, grabbing my bag. “Now come on. I want to hear my baby’s heartbeat.”

His expression softened immediately. “Me too.”

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The hospital seemed to love antiseptic and polished floors. It was a scent that once would have made my stomach tighten, but now it simply meant reassurance. Monitoring. Care. Safety.

Roman’s hand never left mine as we checked in and were led to the examination room.

Dr. Morgan entered a few minutes later with her usual calm smile and warm presence. She greeted us warmly before glancing at her chart.

“How have you been feeling, Savannah?” she asked, settling onto her stool.

“Good,” I said honestly. “A little more tired than my usual non-pregnant self but nothing major.”

She smiled. “Any nausea?”

“Sometimes. But manageable.”

She nodded approvingly. “And eating well?”

Roman answered before I could. “She forgets sometimes. But don't worry, I always remind her.”

I shot him a look. “Don't listen to him. He wants me stuffing my face with food literally every hour of the day.” 

Dr. Morgan chuckled softly. “That’s common. Smaller, frequent meals help.”

She asked a few more routine questions—sleep patterns, discomfort, exercise, emotional state. Her voice was soothing and efficient without ever feeling rushed.

Everything was normal. Everything was progressing well. My baby was clearly doing well. 

“Let’s take a listen,” she said finally.

My heart jumped.

Roman helped me onto the examination table, his hand warm at the small of my back. The paper sheet crinkled beneath me as I settled down, suddenly aware of every breath, every flutter of anticipation.

Dr. Morgan squeezed clear gel onto my belly. “It’ll be a little cold,” she warned gently.

She wasn’t exaggerating. I sucked in a breath as the coolness spread across my abdomen. Roman immediately took my hand, his thumb stroking slow circles across my skin, grounding me.

The wand moved with practiced precision. A soft static filled the room through the monitor’s speaker. For a moment there was nothing but soundless waiting.

Then… we heard it. A rapid, rhythmic thumping burst into the room.

My breath caught as the sound kept repeating in my ear. Roman froze beside me.

Dr. Morgan smiled, adjusting the angle slightly. “There we go. That’s a very strong heartbeat.”

The sound filled the space, steady and alive. The sound of our child's heartbeat. There was another heart beating inside me. 

Oh my God. It's still like a dream. I can't believe this is real. 

Emotion rose so quickly it startled me. Tears blurred my vision before I even realized they were forming. I squeezed Roman’s hand, unable to speak.

That sound. That tiny, relentless rhythm. That was proof. That was life. That was our child. 

Roman bent forward, pressing a trembling kiss to my forehead. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t even need to. Gratitude radiated from him in waves so strong I could feel it in the air between us.

I laughed softly through tears, overwhelmed and proud and impossibly full. “I did that,” I whispered. “I really did that, Roman.” 

He nodded, eyes bright. “You did, my love.”

Dr. Morgan watched us with patience before speaking again. “If you'd like to know the gender of—” 

I didn’t hesitate.

“No,” I said quickly. “We want it to be a surprise.”

Roman glanced at me, smiling softly in agreement. “Yes. We don't want to know just yet.” 

Dr. Morgan nodded, moving the wand slightly across my abdomen. Then she paused. Her brow lifted.

The speaker crackled again and another rapid rhythm joined the first. Distinct and separate from the first. 

My heart stopped. “What's that?” 

Roman blinked. “Wait.”

Dr. Morgan’s smile widened slowly, knowingly. “Well,” she said warmly, “it sounds like we have two very strong heartbeats. Seems like we have a little runaway in there.”

There was silence first. Then everything happened at once.

“Two?” I whispered. “I'm having two babies at once?”  

Roman’s eyes went wide with astonished delight. He looked from my belly to me and back again, laughter breaking free from him like sunlight bursting through clouds.

“Twins?” he breathed.

“Twins,” Dr. Morgan confirmed. “Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Blackwood.” 

Roman actually pumped his fist in the air before turning to me. “We’re having twins,” he said, voice full of wonder.

I laughed and cried at the same time, disbelief and joy colliding in a rush so powerful it nearly left me breathless.

Two heartbeats. Two lives. Two tiny miracles growing quietly inside me.

Roman leaned down again, pressing his forehead to mine. His voice, when he spoke, was hushed. “You’re incredible, my love,” he murmured.

I felt incredible. Terrified, amazed, emotional beyond words—but also deeply, overwhelmingly happy.

Dr. Morgan continued the scan, pointing out small details, offering reassurance, answering Roman’s rapid stream of questions with calm amusement.

Everything looked healthy. Everything was fine.

When the exam ended, she gently cleaned the gel from my stomach with a soft towel. “You’re doing beautifully,” she told me. “Both babies are thriving.”

Both babies. The words still felt unreal.

Roman helped me sit up, his touch careful and reverent.

Even as we left the room, our fingers remained intertwined, neither of us willing to let go. Outside, the world seemed brighter, sharper and filled with possibility.

Roman opened the car door for me, but before I stepped in, he pulled me into his arms and held me tightly, one hand cradling the back of my head. “Thank you,” he whispered into my hair.

Emotion surged again, but this time it was softer. “I should be thanking you.” I admitted quietly. 

He didn't say a word, just placed a kiss on my head. 

We weren’t just moving forward now, we were expanding and growing as individuals. We were becoming something larger than ourselves.

Two heartbeats. Two futures. One life we would build together. And for the first time in a long time, everything ahead felt not uncertain—but beautifully and undeniably right.