Meg yawns and stretches as she wakes up one morning. With her eyes still closed, her hand goes to her belly instinctively. She smiles as she feels its full roundness now at 6 months with her twins, she looks like she's about ready to pop. She sighs and waits for a few seconds then she feels it. "Hey there. Good morning, my loves." She whispers. "Dada won't be with us today. He left early for work and will be flying the whole day so you two be good, okay? Don't start playing battle royale with each other and kick me too much."
After a few more waves in her tummy, the twins seem to settle down. "There. Good babies. Dada will be so proud of you."
She stretches one more time and opens her eyes. She rolls to her other side and moves to the side of the bed to get down. She really needs to pee,
