Evelyn's POV
I woke to voices downstairs.
The sun was barely up, but the house was already full of people. I could hear Benjamin giving orders, Emmanuel on the phone, Moses cooking in the kitchen.
Christian knocked on my door. "Time for your morning checkup."
I sat up slowly. My head hurts.
"Did you sleep?" he asked, pulling out his stethoscope.
"A little."
"Your blood pressure is still high. You need to stay calm today."
"There is a press conference in four hours. How am I supposed to stay calm?"
"By trusting us to handle it."
He checked the babies' heartbeats. Both strong and steady.
"They are fine," he said. "But you need to rest. No stress. No television. No phone."
"Christian, I cannot just hide..."
"Yes, you can. And you will."
Aunt Mirabel came in with a tray of food.
