The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 877

It was surprisingly effective; the scent of the lemon really did quell her nausea.

Listening to her husband's chatter, she teased, "You're approaching fatherhood like you're a celebrity. You've even developed an image to maintain."

Jamison had lost a lot of weight, which made his features appear even more defined and striking. But his smile had grown softer, full of adoration.

"Of course. A father has to set a good example."

Ivy took a deep breath of the lemon, the tart scent of citric acid a welcome relief. Jamison turned to see her and couldn't help but laugh. "Do you know what you look like right now?"

"Like an addict getting a fix…" Ivy exhaled, laughing at herself. "It was Davina's idea, and it actually works! I was on a pregnancy forum yesterday and saw some women crave the smell of car exhaust. I tried it-no luck. But I do love the smell of lemon."

Though a doctor, Jamison was a novice when it came to obstetrics. Hearing this, he was immensely grateful his wife's craving was for lemons and not exhaust fumes. He had visions of her loitering on street corners, chasing cars, and giving birth to some kind of strange creature.

During the ultrasound, Katrina, as expected, was there too. Seeing the tiny shape on the screen, she was even more excited than Jamison.

"It's so cute! It looks like a little bean. Ivy, look, it's oval-shaped!"

Before Katrina could finish, the ultrasound technician raised a hand, signaling for quiet. "Shh… wait a moment!"

The group froze, falling silent. Jamison and Ivy exchanged a nervous glance, holding their breath as they asked cautiously, "Doctor… is something wrong?"

The doctor didn't answer immediately. With one hand, she moved the ultrasound probe while using the other to manipulate the image on the screen. The room became utterly silent. Ivy's heart leaped into her throat. She looked up at the screen. "Doctor, what is it-?"

"There are two embryonic poles. I need to call a colleague to confirm," the doctor interrupted her before pressing the intercom.

Katrina's eyes widened in astonishment. She looked between them. "Two embryonic poles? What does that mean? Does that mean twins?" She didn't know the medical terms, but she could guess from context.

Twins?!

Ivy and Jamison locked eyes again, a shared look of shock and overwhelming joy.

Jamison took a deep breath to compose himself. He turned, wrapped his arms around his wife, and placed a deep, emotional kiss on her forehead. "Ivy, thank you. This will be hard for you."

A woman's willingness to bear children was the most romantic and beautiful expression of their love. But pregnancy was arduous, and childbirth was a life-threatening ordeal. The fact that his wife was carrying twins, while thrilling, meant even greater risk and hardship. So, alongside his excitement, Jamison felt a profound sense of worry and a deep ache of protectiveness.

Ivy looked up and saw the redness in his eyes. She couldn't help but tease, "Are you crying because you're scared of two sons driving you crazy?"

Jamison smiled, correcting her with mock seriousness, "They will be two daughters! I'm sure of it!"

The ultrasound technician chimed in, "That's not a given, Dr. Ludwig. It's a fifty-fifty chance."

Katrina added, "If you're so curious, you can find out the gender early. It would make it easier to prepare."

Ivy shook her head. "No, I want it to be a surprise."

Jamison's emotions were a tangled mess. He just stared at his wife and sighed, not out of negativity, but out of overwhelming gratitude. It felt as though fate had tested him with a small trial, only to immediately reward him with an enormous blessing.