Molly looked at where Donny was sitting with Chloe. The girl was focused on what she was doing, and Donny was wholly focused on her. Molly laid her hand on her belly, and she thought about the news that she had for him. She had gone to today's doctor's appointment alone; they hadn't planned on finding out the sex of the baby, but then there had been a check because of some tightness that Molly was having, and so the ultrasound had happened.

Donny looked up at her when Chloe stopped talking for a few seconds. Donny looked at her with all of the love in the world on his face. It was just like she knew it would be. He was going to be happy, no matter what. All he wanted was healthy kids and as many of them as Molly wanted to carry. She had known that from the start, and it was part of what made her feel safe with him. He had his issues, a horrible father, but an attentive mother who finally got the nerve to leave his father and took him with him.

"What's that look for?" Donny asked.

Molly just shook her head and smiled. If she answered him, she was going to tell the truth. So Molly just watched him with Chloe again. Chloe was learning how to paint nails, and since Donny had the biggest nails in the house, he was the one who was the most painted. Chloe was just four years old, but she loved doing it after Donny had spent a while doing Molly's nails one day. Chloe had asked for a lesson, and the girl had been hooked since then.

The babies started to move inside of her, and she knew that Donny was to blame for her having twins because he was part of a twin pair. He and his brother weren't as close as Molly would think, given twins, but they had their own issues they were working on, and Molly wasn't going to push that one. It was their life, and Donny talking to or not talking to his brother didn't mean that Donny loved them any less. Molly rubbed her belly, and she smiled at Donny when he looked at her with a little bit of worry. The babies were very active and had just started to be that way. It wasn't in a way that Donny could feel yet, and Molly knew that things were going to be changed when she told him it was twins. There was more than one reason to even think about the blessing they had in finding a nice house in a good neighborhood that would fit their growing family. Her father had helped with the down payment when Chloe had been three months old, because they knew that Molly's apartment wasn't going to work in the long term if they wanted a family.

"How are you feeling?" Donny asked.

"Good, just active in here," Molly said.

"Done, Daddy," Chloe said.

Donny looked at his nails, and he kissed the top of Chloe's head. He would keep it on for the day and then, in the morning, remove it. There was a good bit on his skin as well, but he would shape that up the first time he went to the bathroom. Chloe cleaned up her stuff, and Donny packed it into the box and put it up where it belonged, well out of Chloe's reach.

"Thanks, sweet pea," Donny said.

Chloe took off for the living room to play while Molly just looked at Donny.

"Ready to be a daddy, again?" Molly asked.

Donny nodded, and he walked over, keeping his hands flat as he trapped Molly against the counter. "So very ready."

"And what if you cursed me?"

Donny laughed like it was a joke, but when Molly didn't laugh, his head snapped up from where he had been looking at her belly, and he just stared at her. "Truly?"

Molly nodded. "We also found out the gender. The second must have been hiding on the only ultrasound scan we've done. It explains the size issue and why I'm a little more tired. Still, both are in good health, and they were both where we could see the sexual organs."

"Yeah?" Donny asked.

"You aren't mad?"

"No, I had to work today, and you needed to be seen. If we weren't doing a series of no-knock warrants, I could have gotten off a little bit, but I've moved around enough. We didn't think that the baby, well, babies would be where you could see that on them. It's fine. I know that it's an important visit but I just...I don't care as much about the act as others do."

Molly kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him to hold him. Donny was passive in a lot of ways, but he never lied. If he didn't care about being there, he wasn't going to be upset about it. Molly had thought about lying and having a better reveal with him there, but this helped her see that she had been right that he didn't care as much about it. It didn't mean that he didn't care about the pregnancy because no one with a brain cell would think anything but that he was so happy. He just didn't have the same want of certain events. He was going to be there for the birth; the other teams had already worked on making sure that he was there, no matter what. Her father was going to make sure of it as well, even if it involved a helicopter.

"I'm just glad you love being a dad to a girl because while I don't doubt that one of them is going to follow your footsteps, being the only male in a house with four females has to be something that even normal guys would hate."

"Twin girls? Oh, that's so great." Donny dropped down to his knees, and he lifted up Moly's shirt, paying to make sure it was okay. When Molly nodded, he lifted it up all the way, and she took hold so he could cup her belly. He kissed all over the curve of her skin there, and he uttered words of praise to her and to the babies. He read to them all the time; sometimes it was nonsense, and other times it was whatever he was reading at night. It seemed to help them calm down, and Molly knew it was the best act of love that she had ever seen. The way he was devoted to them. There were many pictures she had of him like that, on the bed, his head near the babies, and talking. She wanted to make sure that it was all good, that it was exactly what he loved to do. She hadn't ever pushed him with a single thing.

Molly had been well cared for during her first pregnancy. There was no reason to think that this would be different. Her leg rubs were the part that made her so happy the first time, though most of the time, it also graduated into him doing a few other things. Right up until she had stopped getting wet when he touched her between her thighs, then he hadn't pushed; he just took care of things when he was in the shower. She heard him doing it and always smirked at him when he left the bathroom. He never once apologized for his sex drive, and Molly even would take care of him in the shower like that if they were in there at the same time. She didn't mind not getting anything back because when her sex drive was up there during it, she had gotten off so many times to his mouth on her and his fingers buried inside. They didn't keep track, and that was the way it should be.

They were happy with what they did, and it was good. There were times that Donny wasn't fully into it, but Molly wanted to get off, so he would get her off and then just let his cock soften because he wasn't into the orgasm. She would make sure to take a little more care of him to let him know that she knew that he was doing it for her and that she loved it. It never felt forced, just that he wasn't as into it, but he made her happy, and she made him happy, but never pushed.

Their lives were working for them, and to others, it was probably weird. Molly looked down at him again, and he was so in love with the babies inside of her already. He was the best father, and she would make sure that he knew that she loved him so much for it.

The End