I'm searching for Willow. I have doubts, but I know she's a good mother. I know I'm a doctor, but knowing the facts doesn't prepare you for the real thing.
I find her in her room... the room she shares with Rayven.
I knock on the door, and she opens it. She doesn’t grimace at me, and I try to wear a friendly expression.
“Can we talk?” I can tell I look nervous.
Mariposa can feel it too because she’s been giving me some pretty hard kicks since this morning.
I rub my stomach as Willow leads me to the large couch in their room. I sit slowly, hoping she will be kind enough to help me back up.
She has the baby bassinets at the end of the bed. One baby is gurgling and chewing on his toes, and the other is sound asleep.
She sits on the bench across from me. “What’s wrong?”
Do I look that
