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I paced the hallway like a caged animal. The smile from earlier had faded into a knot of worry twisting in my gut.Charlotte was still in the bedroom, probably mortified under the covers, and here I was, replaying the whole queefing fiasco in my head.Charlotte had looked really terrified back there, so that worried me.“Maybe a medication can help,” I muttered to myself, pulling out my phone again.My thumbs hovered over the screen.Is there even a pill for queefing?It sounded ridiculous.A quick search earlier had confirmed it’s normal—air trapped during sex, especially vigorous sex (guilty as charged)Maybe there is something to… I don’t know, tighten things up? Or prevent air from getting in?Christ, Leo, you’re an idiot.This isn’t a plumbing issue; it’s her body.I quickly typed “how to stop queefing after sex” into the search bar, my face heating up just from the autocomplete suggestions.“Kegels? Positions that minimize air entry? Avoid doggy style next time?”I read out loud

"Angela, come on—"She straightened up, still chuckling, wiping her eyes."Alright, I am sorry. It's just that it's a very funny and unexpected question. First time? Poor Charlotte. And you asking for meds?" Another peal of laughter. "Leo, there's no pill for that. It's just air! Happens to the best of us after a good romp. Especially if it's... vigorous." She waggled her eyebrows teasingly.I groaned, covering my face with one hand."I know, I Googled it. But she's mortified. Keeps happening every time she moves. I feel like an ass for causing it."Angela's laughter tapered off into sympathetic chuckles.She sighed and patted my arm, her expression turning sisterly."Aw, look at you, all worried. That's sweet. But seriously, no meds. Tell her to do some Kegels—it strengthens the pelvic floor, might help expel the air faster or prevent it next time. Or just laugh it off. It's perfectly natural. Bodies are weird after sex, especially marathon sessions." She paused, grinning wickedly. "

When we got there. Jayden was in the middle of Angel's room, coughing violently. Angel was beside him crying. How bad of me to leave our babies unsupervised! I am such a bad mother. I went into panic mode and froze. Jayden's little face was turning red, his eyes wide and confused. Leo got to him faster and immediately knelt in front of the toddler. “Jayden—spit it out. Spit it out, buddy,” he kept saying, panic cracking through his voice. He tried to hook a finger into Jayden’s mouth. Wrong move. “Leo, no!” I snapped. He froze, eyes flashing to me. He lifted Jayden upright and shook him slightly. Not hard—just helplessly. He looked like a man trying to fix something fragile with no instructions. “I don’t know what he swallowed,” he said, breathing fast. “Angel, what did he put in his mouth? What was it?” Angel was crying now. “I don’t know! It was small!” Jayden’s cough changed, like he wasn’t getting any more air. Leo’s face drained of color. “Breathe

I sighed heavily, the sound of the water filling the quiet kitchen. Now that I was alone for a moment, I could feel the adrenaline rush still vibrating inside me, a low hum of residual panic that my body hadn't quite let go of. I finished filling the glass and drank it down in one long, desperate gulp, letting the cool water ground me. I stood still for a second, gripping the edge of the counter. What would we have done if we lost Jayden? The thought sliced through me like a knife, sharp and cold. I closed my eyes, willing it away. I will never forgive myself for being so careless. “I got it! I got it!” Angel's triumphant voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts as she ran back into the kitchen, brandishing my phone like a trophy. “Auntie Emma!” she announced, shoving the device toward me. “Thanks, sweetie.” I collected the phone and swiped to answer, already knowing I was in for a grilling. “Good morning, Emma.” “Charlotte-Christ. You... how can you leave and

After breakfast, Angel declared she was “stuffed like a teddy bear” and scampered off to her room. To study, according to her. We smiled as she walked back to her room and shut the door. Leo immediately switched the large television screen to Angel's room monitor. We found her trying to recharge her robot friend, K.C. "If you were here, KC, Jayden wouldn't have swallowed the bead… you would alert me and I will see the bead and he won't get hurt." My heart melted that she was still blaming herself for that. I knew where she got that from. At a young age I blamed myself over every mistake too, but that was heavily contributed to by my mother. Angel has no reason to blame herself. I stood up. "I must go and let her know it's not in any way her fault," I said. Leo held me. "I told her that already. I'm sure you did back then. That's just her nature. She cares too much. To be sincere, she's her mother's daughter." I swallowed tightly as tears clouded my eyes, then