The twins didn’t wait long to make their presence known.
The next morning, Marnie woke with a strong, unfamiliar wave rolling through her stomach—soft at first, then tightening, twisting, turning until she felt the sudden urge to sit up.
Her hand flew to her mouth.
Oh no.
Not now.
She pushed the covers aside, but the movement was too fast. Another wave hit her hard. She stumbled out of bed, feeling dizzy, her knees trembling.
“M-Michael…” she whispered weakly.
He had been asleep, one arm lazily draped across his chest. He didn’t stir.
“Micha—”
Then her stomach lurched.
She barely reached the bathroom in time.
The moment she knelt over the toilet, the nausea surged violently. Tears stung her eyes. Everything felt too heavy, too sudden, too overwhelming. Her entire body shook.
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