"Twins." She smiles at us.

"What?" We say in unison as we look at the doctor like she's grown a second head.

"You are having twins. Congratulations." She smiles in my direction and I sigh.

Perfect. Valentino said we could keep my pregnancy a secret. Valentino, this is his fault!

I grab Valentino's shirt's collar and pull him down to my level.

"This is your fault Tino. You said we could hide a baby. You never said anything about babies. Not one but two fucking babies." I seethe through gritted teeth.

Tino chuckles and I loosen my grip as he stands straight. "Relax, we can still hide the pregnancy, it's...just going to be harder." He says calmly and I glare at him.

"Harder my ass. It's going to be a whole fucking mission." I huff.

"Just so you know. The baby can hear everything but it's more effective in the later stage of the pregnancy." The doctor says and I glare at her.

She clears her throat nervously. "Uhm. Do you guys...uhm, do you guys want the ultrasound pictures?" She nervously stutters.

I sit up straight and glare daggers at her.

"No, Dr. Idiot. Of course we want the fucking pictures, what parents wouldn't fucking want to see their kids?" I say and she nods before she hurriedly leaves the room.

I sigh.

"You know you don't have to be so mean to the poor doctor. She's going to be with us throughout the pregnancy, so you should at least cut her some slack." Tino says and I roll my eyes.

"To hell with having her as my fucking doctor. The whole time, she was busy drooling over you."

"Well you can't blame her. I am hot. And you should probably stop swearing like fuck and all those cuss words and shit." He says and I roll my eyes.

Egoistic much?

"But you just said fuck and shit." I chuckle.

"I'm serious Harley. You can't fucking swear in every fucking sentence you utter." He says and I give him the really look. "See! Now you fucking influenced me. Your a bad influence." He says and I chuckle.

"I didn't influence you on shit. You're the one who can't stop fucking cussing." I giggle.

"See!"

"Oh suck my-" the door opens and the doctor walks in with an envelope.

I glare daggers in her direction and she gives me a nervous smile.

She walks towards me and hands me the envelope.

"Uhm, there are three pictures in there. I'd like that you come back after two months. And yeah." She says and I nod my head. She nods and heads out.

I turn to look at Tino and he furrows his eyebrows. "Tell you what dimwit. We'll have two swear jars. Whoever has the most money, gets..." I stroke my chin to think of something.

"A new car?" He says and I look at him with a bored expression.

"What is it with you and cars. You don't even drive yourself." I raise one eyebrow.

"Not true. And I've noticed that you don't even have cars of your own."

"I have a driver for a reason. And forget that. Whoever wins gets a trip to a nice exotic place of which they've never been to." I give him a toothy smile.

"Deal. All expenses paid, right?" He cocks up an eyebrow.

"Obviously. And I'm going to fucking love eating all your money."

"Please, I'm a billionaire. Spend as much as you want. I'm still going to have way more to spend." I roll my eyes. "But you on the other hand...might as well even go gambling to fuck up your account."

"Sure, Valentine. Let's go." I jump off the bed and head out of the room to the back entrance and find a sworm of paparazzi flashing their cameras at me.

Valentino pulls me back in the hospital. "Seems like we'll have to use something other than a car." He says as he leads us to the elevator. He takes us to the last floor where we find a helicopter waiting to us.

"A helicopter?" I yell over the load noise of the helicopter.

"Yeah!" He dragged me into the plane.

He then gave me earmuffs and buckled my seatbelt for me.

The copter lifted off and we were soon in the air.

We fly over the busy city and I take this time to look down at the city in awe.

The people look like little ants from up here.

"First time in a helicopter?" Tino breaks my chain of thoughts.

I turn to face him and attempt to remove the smile on my face but still fail miserably.

"No, just...first time flying over New York. I don't do it New York oftenly." I admit honestly.

"Oh." That's all he says. I roll my eyes and turn back to the ant people.

After a short while of flying, we land on the helipad of a huge mansion.

We get out and head inside of the mansion.

"Welcome to my home!" Tino says with a smile.

"Of course it's yours." I say and head downstairs, looking for a kitchen.

Once I find it- after 10 doors- I head straight to the fridge.

Tino catches up seemingly breathless.

"What's that...supposed...to...mean?" He says out of breath.

"You tell me." I take out a tray that has foil over it. I take a peep and find it has lasagna.

I warm up the whole dish of lasagna and find my seat by the island with a fork in my hand.

"What are you doing?" He cocks one eyebrow up.

"What does it look like? I'm eating! After all I am pregnant...thanks to you." I mutter the last part out.

"What?"

"Nothing." I take the first bite of the lasagna and immediately spit it out.

"What?" He frowns.

"This is horrible." I point at the food with my fork. "You need to fire your chef. It's like the worst lasagna I've had in my entire life." I scrunch my face.

"Actually my chef didn't make that." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Who did?" I cock an eyebrow up.

"Me."