That night I couldn’t sleep, not only because of the tension but the twins were moving around too much. It started as a slow roll beneath my ribs, then a sharp little jab, then something that felt a lot like both of them deciding to practice somersaults at once. I opened my eyes to gray morning light and pressed my palm against my stomach, wincing. "Easy," I whispered. "I'm up. I'm up." I sighed tiredly One of them kicked again, harder, and a dull, stretching ache pulled low across my belly. Not sharp, not the tight, unfamiliar pressure from the other day. Just uncomfortable, like my skin had grown a size too small overnight. I shifted onto my side, tried a deep breath, and felt the whole bed dip as Dorian sat up beside me. We slept together more often now "What is it?" He was awake all at once, his hand already on my shoulder, his voice scraped raw with sleep. "Noelle." "I'm okay." I smiled through it, thinking the babies were just being playful "You're holding your stomach
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