Four Weeks Later.“You’re pregnant,” Raidon tells me as I heave my guts up, his hands tangling in my hair. “Scarlet is barely four months old,” I retort.“And you went into heat, we fucked you, and you’re knocked up,” Raidon chuckles. “That’s not a guarantee!”“Isn’t it?” he laughs.“We can’t have another right now. They’ll be the same age! Scar—” I heave, upturning my stomach again, my hands clutching the toilet bowl.“Only for a few months,” he tells me unfazed by my retching yet Rhen I threw up in front of him the other day and he in turn threw up in the bathtub, his heaving made mine worse and we were like a synchronized dance, both of us unable to stop until we had nothing left.Leon walked in on us both, laying on the cold tiles, feeling like death, then Thane got stuck cleaning up after the mess we made in the bathroom.“Please don’t be pregnant, please be a stomach bug,” I whine. I didn’t want to be sick every day. Scarlet didn’t make me this sick. Our pregnancies were only 16
Just over 1 year later.All our family stood in the backyard gathered around the table covered in food and presents. It was Scarlet's second birthday.“Happy Birthday, Scarlet. Hip hip hooray.” Everyone sang as Scarlet leaned forward, lips pursed as she tried to blow out the candles. Thane standing behind her, helps her. She claps her hands, he fixes her party hat on her head.“Who wants cake?” Thane sings out. He spent two days making that unicorn dinosaur cake for her that she insisted she wanted. It had a T-Rex body but a unicorn head and horn. The twins waddle over to Thane as he helps Scarlet cut the biggest chunk, her curly dark hair blowing in the breeze as he sets it in her bowl.The twins had just learned how to stand and we’re currently using Thane’s suit pants to pull themselves up. Scarlet, noticing them, grabs a piece of her freshly cut cake, leaning over and holding it out to Xavian which is Rhen’s middle name. Thane had picked his name while Leon demanded he got to pick