Lucien froze on the spot while staring at the black-and-white picture in his hands.
It was a sonogram, he knew that much.
But whose...?
His eyes slowly traveled to the tiny printed words in white at the top.
In the left corner, the mother's name could not be more clear.
Lucien Clearwater.
Lucien's eyes drifted back to the picture again, searching for something in the darkness at the center of the picture.
Anything.
There was something.
Lucien's fingers slowly wandered to the two tiny dots that were somewhat floating close to the walls.
Could it be?
Dumbfounded, he almost wanted to rub his own abdomen to locate the tiny sparks of life within. And then he recalled that he never had an ultrasound examination before.
And yet, the babies were there.
His children.
His and Ronan's.
Their children.
