Emma
I slipped into a comfortable outfit, the kind that wouldn’t cling too much but still revealed the small bump at my belly. I paused in front of the mirror and touched it gently.
“Wow… you’re really showing now,” I whispered to myself. My fingers pressed lightly against the swell. Twins, I reminded myself. Two lives growing inside me, and I had to stay careful and hidden.
I went to the kitchen where the chef was preparing Alex’s breakfast. “Could you keep an eye on him while I’m out? He’s settled now, but I’ll be gone for a couple of hours,” I said.
“Of course, Madam,” the chef replied with a nod.
I left the kitchen quietly, careful not to disturb Alex, and walked toward the car waiting outside. The driver opened the door for me. I climbed in and fastened my seatbelt.
As we pulled
