Silence dropped like a stone. The living room was so still that only the soft hiss of the diffuser broke through. Jack stared at the document in his hand, his eyes widened to the point of strain, as if they might burst.
"W-What is this supposed to mean?" His voice broke, a thin tremor slipping through despite his effort to control it. "Natalie, where did you even get a fake thing like this to mess with me?"
He jerked his head up, eyes rimmed in red. "The babies were fine! You had a prenatal checkup yesterday!"
I looked at him calmly, watching him teeter on the edge of collapse, a faint, almost amused curve touching my lips. "Jack, when was the last time you actually looked at my stomach?"
He froze.
His gaze dropped at last, landing on my loose loungewear. The belly that should have be
