If We Were Perfect - Ana Huang Page 0,103
the day passed in a blur and soon, she was in an Uber on her way to her first ultrasound appointment.
Olivia unfolded the note Lizzy had handed her earlier and frowned. Was that...a recipe?
It took her a minute to realize it wasn’t just any recipe—it was the recipe for Wah Sing’s shrimp dumplings, the one she’d always wanted but had never been able to get.
Sammy had scrawled a short note at the bottom of the page: I love you and dim sum.
A play on the phrase “I love you and then some.” The man loved his food puns, as evidenced by the growing collection of food pun prints in their kitchen.
Olivia burst into laughter, ignoring the strange look her driver shot her in the rearview mirror.
God, she loved her husband.
“Is this everyone, or will more people be joining us?” The sonographer, who’d introduced herself as Mykah, raised her eyebrows at the dozen people crammed inside the room.
“This is it.” Amy waved an impatient hand in the air. “So? Do I have a grandson or granddaughter?”
“Do I have a godson or goddaughter?” Farrah asked at the same time, leaning forward like she could somehow see better even though she was watching through a screen instead of in person.
Sammy adjusted the phone so Farrah, Courtney, and Kris could get a clearer view of Olivia.
Mykah laughed. “I’m afraid it’s too early for that—” A collective sigh of disappointment. “—but we should have that information at the second routine scan if the mother would like to know the gender ahead of time.”
“Trust me, she does,” Kris said. She was sitting in what looked like her bedroom. “Liv loves planning for stuff.”
Everyone laughed, because it was true.
“It never hurts to be prepared,” Olivia said primly, eliciting another round of laughter.
Then the technician got to work, and Olivia gripped Sammy’s hand, waiting with bated breath while Mykah spread gel over her abdomen and moved the ultrasound device over her stomach until she found what she was looking for.
An image flickered onto the screen, and everyone gasped.
Olivia's and Sammy’s grips tightened on each other at the same time. No way. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was pounding, pounding so loud she might go deaf from it.
“Is that—”
“Yes.” Mykah smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Everything looks fine...and you’re having twins.”
The room erupted into cheers and laughs.
Sammy’s mother was so excited she swooned—her husband and Kevin caught her just in time—and Olivia swore she saw Alina dab tears from her eyes.
“Two for the price of one!” Natalie crowed, earning herself several glares. “What? We all know Liv wanted twins.”
“We’re having twins.” Olivia couldn’t believe it. “We’re having twins!”
Sammy kissed her, hard and fast. Either his eyes were teary or hers were. Probably both. It didn’t matter. They were having twins!
“It’s in your five-year plan. The universe wouldn’t dare mess it up,” he joked, but he sounded choked up.
Olivia laughed. “Final test is when we find out the gender. Fingers crossed for a girl and a boy.”
Even as she said it, she knew she didn’t care. Two girls, two boys, one girl and one boy...she’d love them regardless.
While their friends and family chattered away in excitement, she asked the question she’d been dying to ask since they arrived. “How did you get that recipe?”
Sammy’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “A man has to keep some secrets.”
“Seriously? I’m pregnant and hormonal. You don’t want to mess with me.”
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Let’s make a deal—I’ll tell if you can make those dumplings from scratch and they taste similar to Wah Sing’s. And if we don’t get food poisoning,” he added.
Olivia scowled. “You have a death wish, Mr. Yu.”
“Good thing you love me so much, Mrs. Yu.” He brushed his lips over hers again. “Otherwise, I’d be concerned.”
She grumbled and pretended to be upset, but in reality, Olivia had never been happier—even if her husband insisted on making fun of her kitchen skills. Like jeez, the food poisoning thing happened over a decade ago. Let it go. And yeah, she might’ve almost set the kitchen on fire last month, but that wasn’t her fault—some things just happened to be extremely flammable.
Olivia rested her hand over her stomach, her heart already bursting with love for the newest members of their family, and as she looked around at all the people she called family—both by blood and by choice—she realized she’d finally found home.
Epilogue
FOUR YEARS LATER
“My babies!” Farrah bent low and opened her arms. “Look how big you’ve gotten! I can’t believe it.”
Lily and