King Two Hearts Novels & Stories

"I think I am losing my mind." "What makes you think this?" I told her everything. About Hope. About Matthew. About not knowing what was real. She listened without judgment. "Let me ask you something," she said when I finished. "Okay." "Do you feel love when you think about this baby?" "Yes." "Do you feel fear when you think about your husband?" "Yes." "Then maybe your heart knows the truth even when your head is confused." "But what if my heart is wrong?" "Hearts are rarely wrong about love and fear."

George's hand found my arm before I'd finished processing the question. "Nothing is wrong." Carol turned the screen toward us. "I want you to look at something." I looked. Two. There were two. Two distinct shapes, two unmistakable flickers of movement, two separate heartbeats playing out in counterpoint on the screen — rapid and certain and impossibly, abundantly real. I heard George make a sound I had never heard from him before. Not words. Just a sound, low and sudden, like something had knocked the air out of him.

“Not before you agree.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It’s okay. She’s a kid. She thinks she has two hearts. Not a big deal. All kids have wild imagination. Nothing I haven’t heard before. I open my eyes and slowly drop on my haunches. “Sweetheart, why do you think you have two hearts?” “They always said I did,” she says and it takes me good five seconds to realize about whom she’s talking. “Are you talking about those scientists at the Voss Labs?”

she gives me air kisses and leaves. I sigh, a huge smile on my face, I look at the papers again and it brings joy to my heart but not as much as those flowers, I stare at the petals, my fingers brushing through them softly,my heart pulled in two different directions, softened by the memory of Matteo but heavy with Dexter's growing presence in my life. How can I possibly be in love with two brothers? My heart strings pulled in two different directions, my smile fades. **************** I pack up my bag and laptop when I hear a little knock on my door, I look up and see Dexter and my heart increases in pace, excitedly.

he answered while panting. He went out and in slowly, but at last, he went inside deeper. My body was shaking when I felt another release. I can also feel hot liquid on my thighs. I saw him panting heavily, and before he finally pulled out, he gave me another soft kiss. He stood up and walked into the kitchen, leaving me lying on the sofa.

I shake my head, “TWO?! No.” “It keeps hiding from me, the little shit,” Natalia murmurs, still moving her thing all frantically along my belly, “Sky? There is most definitely two of them. I’m so, so sorry I missed this last time. If we pay close attention, we can hear the two different heartbeats… listen very closely. They’re in sync, but there’s two.”

“Hm. Let’s see…ah there they are!” I looked at the screen and almost fainted. I mean I couldn’t tell exactly what everything was, but I knew it was beautiful. “Hey, peanut.” I whispered. “Now for the heart beat…hm.” “Is something wrong?” Lee asked. “Can you not hear it?” Grayson questioned. “Actually…I hear two heartbeats.” Dr. Conner laughed. “Why does my baby have two hearts?!” I demanded. “It doesn’t…you’re carrying twins Scarlett.”

They explicate the havoc running inside your heart, but unfortunately, I have all these things inside me with an additional feeling. That’s abhorred. Tears are descending but in pain, I should feel love for him, but I also hate him. I want to kiss him, but at the same time, I want to slap him. I want to tell him I love him, and then again, I want to talk sense to him, scold him. “Now, tell me. The truth only.” I say nothing, just stand there. This is not what I thought we would be doing tonight. Why is this happening? This misunderstanding has the power to kill us, our marriage, our love, our friendship. Still, I don’t say a word; I don’t defend myself to him.

I fired. He froze like an antelope in headlights. "I can't seem to remember o." Harriet leaned closer with a smile on her face. I grinned. "October eight, two years ago?" He scratched his head looking confused. "Well, it was just a harmless mistake, it was for cruising and she got it all wrong." "Harmless? But you appeared harmful to the girl by shattering her heart into pieces." Harried chuckled so hard, slapping her thighs. "Well, I'm born again." He shrugged his shoulders.

My eyes keep moving to the door, and then back to my laptop screen. Should I text Tripp and inform him about what's going on? My heart jumps out of my chest when I hear the door open. My eyes slowly shift to the glassed door. I set my eyes on a familiar face. "Hey," ~~~~