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The pills Tristan gave me every morning were supposed to prevent exactly this. Dr. Patel turned the ultrasound screen toward me, her finger pointing at two small, flickering spots. "And from what I can see here, you're carrying twins. Fraternal, most likely. I'd estimate you're about eight weeks along." Twins. My hand flew to my mouth, and I tasted the salt of tears I hadn't realized were falling. Eight weeks. That meant it happened during that night two months ago, the night Tristan had come home late from the hospital, exhausted and vulnerable after losing a patient on the operating table. He'd reached for me in the darkness, and for once, there had been something almost tender in his touc

I say to them, although I didn’t mean it at all. I watch as Rica's lips twitch happily but it doesn’t sit well with me at all. All these! The memories we share... She was ready to just give it up to go and spend some time with her husband to be. She didn’t care about me. We are twins for God’s sake and yet she is acting as if we are just mere siblings. Is that really what she thinks about me? I thought we are meant to be together. As of now I wonder. If my girlfriend were to leave her twin, to come stay with me, will I accept?

Chelsea blew the vuvuzela with Gianna, and everyone clapped and screamed with excitement as the scan result with the details was displayed on the screen that Garvin had mounted. Garvin was the happiest parent there, as he was going to welcome another set of twins. He turned to Iris and asked, "Are you happy, my superwoman?" Iris had mixed feelings, fearing how big her stomach already was at five months. "I wanted a single birth, but since we are going to have twins, we have to try again," she said with resolve. Garvin loved the idea so much that he kissed her on the mouth and said, "I will be ready as soon as this one is born."

“I won’t stay somewhere I am blamed for everything. Nobody truly wants me, just my son you all treat like a possession.” Celestine let out a broken laugh through her tears. “No one wants you?” she cried. “You destroyed my marriage and now you’re acting innocent. Do you want my husband to marry you too?” Mara slowly lifted her blind eyes toward the sound of Celestine’s voice. For once, she did not shrink. “You think I wanted this?” Mara asked quietly. “You think I dreamed of becoming the woman caught between twin brothers?” Celestine opened her mouth, but Mara continued before she could speak.

A moment passed, filled with the soft hum of the engine. I touched my stomach. ‘They're fine,” I thought for a moment, ’They're twins,” I couldn't help telling him. I saw Kyle smile slightly. Moment later, he said,“My grandmother had a twin sister,” That explained why I was pregnant with twins twice. But then I thought of something, a stabbing pain came back, and I couldn't help suddenly raising my voice, “Since you knew your family had the twin gene, why did you doubt me of being unfaithful to you before.” Kyle and I had that argument during my first pregnancy, and I could never forgive him.

I had found my soulmate, my forever and with no shame I pulled my wife to me and kissed her in front of everyone, causing plenty of groans and cheers but I didn't care. The reception was the type of celebration filled with dancing, speeches, and the warmth of our loved ones but with a lot of 'I'm having a dance with your wife' 'Come dance with me' 'Are you ready for the little one to arrive' and yes...we are but I so badly wanted to correct them and say 'Little ONES' but I didn't, and yes that's right we are having twins. Two identical twin girls. As the evening progressed, I stole a moment away with Naomi to share a quiet dance on the balcony overlooking the garden.

“What is that supposed to mean?” “Well when two people who love each other very much, decide to make love. Usually after about 9 months, or 5 for wolves, there is cause to go to a hospital.” He chuckled as her eyes bulged and she slapped him playfully on the shoulder. Suddenly she remembered the voice in her dreams. “We are going to have twins!” She blurted out, eyes wide as she stared at nothing. “I am not against having as many children as you want, do you have twins in your family?” Aiden nuzzled her neck softly.

I asked him or more like myself. " Yes...yes....yes, sugar, my beautiful wife. We are going to have twins. We are going to be parents of twins but please tell me that you are coming home with me because I cannot spend a single minute without your presence around me. Please come back home or I will go insane but most of all pleas forgive me and take my guilt and pain away because I feel like I can't breath and just want to kill myself.

Ken knew how stubborn his wife was so he asked the doctors to tell her directly she needed to rest. Ken went home to a confused man one happy the wife was pregnant and second the birth could be a risk to her life. He never wanted to lose her or think of a life without her and if he was to choose between the mother and the baby he would choose the wife at least they had the twins who were adorable which was in his thoughts but prayed that both of them will be saved.

The source inside the clinic: financially compromised, specifically positioned, four words on a communication log that predated his conversation with Vivienne by six days. She had known about the twins before she sat down across from him. She had known, and she had delivered the fabrication anyway, and she had timed it to the week, to the specific fragility of the first trimester and the elevated cortisol and the critically low iron that a man who should have asked more questions had never known about because the woman carrying his children had understood, correctly, that he was not in a state to be trusted with them. He does not reach for anything on the desk. He does not call Rhys. He does