Second Heartbeat 소설 & 이야기

Evans said as he listened closely. "What is it, Doctor?" Dani asked with a little fear in her voice. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about," I reassured her. "Well, it sounds to me that there are more than one heartbeats I'm picking up." "Say What Now?" We both asked. "Ms. Danielle disregarding yours, there are two heartbeats, and if you look closely at the ultrasound you can see that there is a second baby." "What?" Asked Dani in shock I just sat there with wide eyes.

She then brought her face closer to his when she didn't hear the answer. Her eyes suddenly opened wide with her heart beating rapidly as he opened his eyes, slipping his hand behind her neck kissing her on the lips.

So | stalked out of the kitchen before he could say anything else. There was a staircase leading up so | climbed up to the second floor. It was less crowded, yes, but the ground vibrated from the music and drunk girls and guys spilled out of the bathrooms halfway falling down. | spotted a room down the hall and knocked to see if anyone was in there, though | doubted they could hear me through the loud music currently making my ears bleed. Twisting the knob, | opened the door and shut it quickly behind me and locking it. But when | turned around in the dim lighting, | was shocked to see two people in the bed.

All the men immediately closed their eyes and the girls ran to her. “What? What? Twins!!!” all shouted excitedly. “Looks like it. I will try again after two more weeks. It will be clear then. There it is,” Sameeksha smiled. “There what is?” asked Renata and Michelangelo together. “The heartbeat!” said Sameeksha and pin-drop silence followed. The men opened their eyes and stared at the monitor. The girls too were focused on the monitor. Two faint heartbeats beating one after the other were the only sounds all could hear.

Nearly five seconds, her eyes flew open to the sound of Anthony’s heartbeat. Her expression flipped quizzically as she listened to his heartbeat. A normal heart rate for someone who just ran a distance might be from 171 to 200 bpm, but his was far beyond 200. Fast, booming in her ears. All the same, he seemed relaxed — showing no sign of disturbance.

Jax lay at my back, one forearm draped over my hip, his fingers curled loosely into the fabric of my shirt as if instinct refused to let me stray too far. Their body heat surrounded me. Grounded me. For a moment, everything felt steady. Then I heard it. A heartbeat. Not Derek’s. His was deep and measured beneath my palm. Not Jax’s. His rhythm was lighter, quicker, grazing the back of my spine. This one was inside me. A faint pulse, not aligned with mine. Not pregnancy. I knew the difference. This was not nestled low or quiet and new. It was layered over my own heartbeat, slightly out of sync, like an echo that arrived a breath too late.

he says, pointing again. “How do you know that?” I ask, remembering that he showed Victor as well. He just shrugs and smiles at me. I move the stethoscope to where he indicated and… My eyes go wide and snap to Victor’s as…I hear it. At first it sounds like one heartbeat, moving very quick, but then…the rhythm changes, like listening to two drums at once – sometimes the beats mixing, sometimes distinct. “Oh…oh my god…” I murmur, starting to cry again.

The doctor said as he continued typing, the scanner moving around and the shadows moving around too. "What?" I head lifting clear of the pillow and my stomach tensing to raise my torso without using my arms. The doctor gently pushed me back onto my back. "It's sporadic for this to happen, did you had intercourse the day before I had intersection you." He questions me. I nodded my head, guilty. "Well, that's explained."He chuckles and clicked twice with the mouse, and the heartbeat came upon the speaker. "...this." It was heartbeats. There were two heartbeats.

Seventy-two beats a minute, which I know because Laurel told me, because I've started counting and because of this small device I’ve around my wrist that monitors how well my pulse is. Counting the beats the way I used to count the clicks of the mechanical heart has now become a habit, except these beats are warm and alive and sometimes they speed up or slow down for reasons I can't explain or when I see something nice or beautiful, like the heart has opinions I haven't learned to translate yet. At midnight, I hear heavy and deliberate footsteps, paced like someone counting. Back and forth down the hallway outside my door. It’s not rushed or aimless. It’s measured, like a human metronome in

“Last time you hit 140 you spotted. Dr. Hewitt said—” “Dr. Hewitt said it’s normal,” I said. Sat up. “She said twins make your heart work harder. She said walking to the bathroom isn’t a medical emergency.” He didn’t answer. He was looking at the monitor in the nursery. Alex. 98 BPM. Sleeping. Then at mine. 112 BPM. Awake. Annoyed. Then at his phone. His own. 167 BPM. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack,” I said.