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She bursts into tears, and I pull her to me, cradling her to my chest.

“I’m horrible for doubting. I should have known better.”

I stroke her hair and cling to her tightly. “Darling, your hormones are all over the place. You’re going to be feeling all kinds of things. I am shocked you kept this from me for so long.”

She shoots up, looking me in the eyes. “I wanted to tell yousooomany times. We never keep anything from each other. So hiding this from you felt like torture.”

My stomach twists in knots.

I should tell her.

Now is theexactright time.

We’re talking about being open and honest.

This feels like a betrayal if I don’t tell her right now.

But…

… if I tell Novah this news right now, it could send her over the edge.

She needs to concentrate on those two gorgeous babies.

She needs to keep her strength for herself and those kids.

She shouldnotbe worrying about me.

“Don’t you worry about that. I completely understand waiting to tell people until the second trimester, darling. It’s the safest thing to do, especially with the complications your body has been through. Have you been to the doctor and had everything checked?”

“Yeah, they think the scarring from the serial killer might cause some discomfort as my body stretches with the size of the twins, but all my internals should be able to cope. Depending on how big they get and how uncomfortable I get, we might have to do an early cesarean and have the twins in the NICU.”

“Right! So we will cross that bridge when we come to it. The main thing now is for you to grow those two little babies, and then when the time comes, we will all rally around and help in any way you need us to.”

“Mom?” Novah’s voice is weak as she looks up at me.

“Yes, darling?”

“Thanks for being here. I don’t know if I could do any of this without you.”

My stomach flips just thinking about tomorrow and the outcome. I don’t know what the severity of the results will be, but I do know I have so much to live for. I have two new grandbabies to meet. So I can’t let tomorrow or whatever comes keep me down.

“You won’t ever have to.” I embrace her again as footsteps draw my attention, and I turn to Bayou and Hoodoo, stepping into the bathroom.

Hoodoo glances down at Novah, and he raises a brow at me. “I’m guessing you know?”

Smiling, I chuckle. “How long have you known?”

He shrugs. “I’m the club medic. I’ve been treating Novah’s morning sickness since it started around her six-week mark.”

Snorting out a laugh, I sigh. “Figures.” I glance up at my stepson, Bayou, with a warm smile. “Congratulations, Daddy.”

He kneels on the floor beside me, and I pull him into a tight embrace. “I am so proud of you both,” I whisper.

Bayou moves beside Novah, pulling her to him. “She’s doing all the hard work. I fucking hate seeing her sick like this.”

“It’ll be worth it.” She nuzzles into his chest, finding her safe haven.

“Yeah, it will. But in the meantime, Hoodoo, can you give her something for the nausea?” Bayou asks.

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