I looked up at Doyle, who was still by my bedside. "Queen Andais chose Doyle as my primary?"
"She asked who the father of the children were, and I, of course, couldn't answer that question yet. I told her that an amniocentesis would up your risk of problems right now. But Captain Doyle seems very confident that he is one of the fathers."
I nodded. "He is, and so is Rhys, and so is Lord Sholto."
She blinked at me. "Princess Meredith, you only have twins, not triplets."
I looked at her. "I know who the fathers of my children are, yes."
"But you... "
Doyle said, "Doctor, that is not what she means. Trust me, Doctor, each of my twins will have several genetic fathers, not just me."
"How can you be certain of something so impossible?"
"I had a vision from Goddess."
She opened her mouth as if she'd argue, then closed it.
She went to the other side of the room, where they had left the ultrasound machine after the last time they'd used it on me. She put on gloves, and so did the nurse. They got the tube of gloopy stuff that I'd already learned was really, really cold.
Dr. Mason didn't bother asking if I wanted any of the men to leave the room this time. It had taken her a little while to realize that I felt that all the men had a right to be in the room. The only one we were missing was Galen, and Doyle had sent him on an errand. I had been half asleep when I'd seen them talking, low, then Galen had left. I hadn't thought to ask where, or why. I trusted Doyle.
They lifted the gown, spread the blueish goo, again very cold, on my stomach, then the doctor got the chunky wand, and began to move it across my abdomen. I watched the monitor and its blurry picture. I'd actually seen the image enough that I could make out the two spots, the two shapes that were so small, they didn't even look real yet. The only thing that let me know what they were was the fast fluttering of their hearts in the image.
"See, they look perfectly fine."
"Then why all the extra tests?" I asked.