Christiana's POV
I sat on the bed, watching Sophia as she paced in the room, going back and forth from the closet to the bag set on the end of the bed, throwing anything that came in her hand.
Kylie was sitting next to me with a box of cookie dough ice cream, taking a spoonful of her ice cream as she watched Sophia.
She was doing much better from the day I rushed her to the er. The bleeding was normal for carrying twins, and she wasn't eating well, stressing most of the time, and as for the contractions, it was a false call. The babies were just moving.
"It's just a business trip, Sophie," I cut in and she dropped the jacket that was in her grasp in the suitcase.
"Just a business trip?" She questioned, and I looked at Kylie who shook her head, signing me for me to stay silent.
Sophi
