Maeve
Mom patted the bed, inviting me to lay next to her.
I wiped the tears from my face before turning down the thick covers, sliding into bed beside her. She was in a sitting position, holding the cup of tea in her lap as she looked over at me, taking me in.
“You’ve changed a lot,” she said with a smile, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ears. “You’re very tan. And I’ve never seen your hair quite this light—”
“You can mention I weigh a million pounds now. It wouldn’t hurt my feelings.”
She rolled her eyes and sipped her tea. “You look beautiful, Maeve. Healthy.”
“I don’t want to be pregnant anymore,” I whimpered as I buried my face in the pillow.
“Well, by the looks of it, it could be over any day now—”
“Five more weeks…” I grimaced as one of the babies kicked me firmly in the ribs.
“Five? But—”
I pulled the covers over my head. “I’m having twins.”
