Postlude: Chapter 10

Amaranthe

It was on days like these that Amaranthe wished her babies would come already. It was the hottest day of the year and she had spent it all floating in the pool again. As blessed as she felt at 8 and a half months, she also wished it were all over by now.

All the twins wanted were pickles and ice cream; sometimes even mixed. Dimitri got so frustrated with her need for thick milkshakes, he bought her an appliance that produced milkshakes to the same consistency she craved.

“Amaranthe! Get out of that pool!” Dimitri called from the edge and she groaned. He hated her lounging in the sun for too long. “You will get heatstroke, get out of that pool or I will come to get you.” He ordered, but all she did was raise her sunglasses and look at him.

“Fine.” He says and gets into the pool, fully dressed in his three-piece suit.

“Dimitri! What the hell?!” She called out as he swam over t