Iris' thoughts were interrupted when the bedroom door opened and in came her best friend slash personal assistant, Dom. He was carrying her daily basket of morning snacks and some documents that she needed to read and sign.
"Thanks, Dom," she said with a relieved smile. "The twins are starving."
"I can see that." His eyes were trained on her rippling belly.
She winced and continued massaging her humongous belly while Dom busied himself with showing her the snacks the chefs prepared for her this morning.
"I saw sir boss leave," he chatted with her. "He told me to keep an eye on you because our cutie-patootie baby twins are being naughty again."
Iris only grunted. She wasn't really in the mood to eat anything but the twins wouldn't stop tumbling inside her. They were usually like this whenever they wanted her to eat.
Dom handed her a small chicken and garden salad wrap when she dropped the food to the floor.
"Huh, boss—"
"AH!!!!!"
