Boomerangers: A second chance romantic comedy (Cajun Girls Book 1)
Boomerangers: Epilogue

“Everything looks great,” the ultrasound tech says as she’s finishing up with the anatomy scan. “I’m going to go call your husband and kids in and we’ll see whatcha got cookin’ in here, okay?” she asks, patting my enormous stomach.

God, please let there be a girl. I nod my head as my throat tightens. I didn’t think I’d be so nervous, but I’m shaking.

“Are they taking the babies out now, Dad?” Kyle asks as my guys flood into the tiny room.

“No, Savage, we’re just going to see pictures of them in your mommy’s tummy.”

Yes, you read that right. Twins . . . again. What are the fucking odds?

“All right, y’all just kinda stand against that back wall there while I get this thing going again,” the tech instructs. When she squirts the warmed petroleum jelly onto my belly, it makes a fart sound. Before he’s even opened his mouth. I cringe, waiting for Savage to react.

“Did you hear that fart, Dad?” Kyle asks, giggling. Cooper sucks in his lips, trying not to laugh. The big kid turns his head to the side so our son won’t see his smile as he shushes him.

“Get off of me.” There is the sound of shuffling behind my head. “Mom, tell Lake to get his arm off mine.”

My eyes close as I release a resigned sigh. Why must they make everything so freaking difficult? You’d think that by the age of fourteen this bullshit would have stopped, but sometimes I think it’s only gotten worse. This is supposed to be a beautiful moment for us all—like the shit you see on the Hallmark channel. But as usual, my gang is only fit for Comedy Central.

“Boys!” Coop says in that sexy, authoritative tone he’s developed over the years. I never thought it would turn me on so much to hear someone else correct my children, but let me tell you . . . when Cooper James does it, it’s hot.

The room falls silent as the tech begins to move the wand around my stomach. The boys, including my husband, all stare in awe as they try to decipher body parts.

“Okay, this is twin A. See the spine here,” she says touching the screen. “This is a hand here . . . and here we have a . . . a hamburger!” A girl. Oh, thank God. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

“When did you get a hamburger, Mommy? I’m hungry. I want one, too.” Kyle squints his eyes, glaring at me with a huff, and I bust out laughing.

The boys and Cooper stew in their quiet confusion as the tech explains. “Hamburger is our code word for girl, because the girl parts look like a burger. If it’s a boy, we call it a hot dog.”

“Oh no,” Kyle says with a worried look on his face. “You got our order wrong. We ordered hot dogs.”

Oh my God, I feel like I’m going to burst from laughing so hard. Even the boys are balled over in hysterics.

When she is once again able to find her voice, the ultrasound tech responds. “Oh, honey, we can’t change your order . . . You kinda just get what you get.” Her face scrunches.

“And you don’t throw a fit,” Kyle finishes in a very blah tone.

“That’s right, but, we have one more.” She perks up moving the wand over to twin B who is being a little more modest than A. After shaking my belly and poking around a bit, she finally gets the baby to spread its legs. “I’m so sorry, buddy,” she says, addressing Kyle. “It’s another burger.”

“Two baby girls, Cooper,” I whisper through a torrent of happy tears. My husband, however, appears as if he’s just seen a ghost. His mouth droops and he continues to stare at the screen, taking a moment to process the news.

“No!” Kyle shouts. “We’re not having girls. Girls are gross.”

Being the stellar mother that I am, I use the moment to rub salt in his wound. “Looks like you lost our bet, bucko . . . Someone’s gonna be picking weeds when we get home,” I taunt.

“Girls . . .” Coop finally finds his voice. He leans over, kissing my forehead and squeezing my hand. “God help us all.” He shakes his head with a laugh. “What are we going to do with girls, Momma?”

I beam. “We’re going to fill the house with pink!”

Kyle stuffs his pointer down his throat and gags. “I’m movin’ out.”