"Try to stay in as much as possible," my dad warned us.
I nodded, my hand instinctively rubbing my belly, filled with unease as if soone were coming to snatch my babies away.
"Alright, they’re probably just passing by. I’ll stay in for a few days." I responded.
Despite my words, everyone looked grave. So emotional entanglents that should have ended long before just never seed to go away from our lives.
Ever since we found out Damon and Catherine were in town, we kept our doors closed for three days, and Jones rarely dropped by.
"You’ve got your prenatal check-up today; are you all set?" my mom asked early in the morning.
Despite my reluctance to go out, I had to keep up with my prenatal appointnts. The doctor warned that twins were prone to premature birth, requiring stricter conditions during delivery and weekly check- ups in the latter part of pregnancy, ideally twice a week.
That was about the health of and my babies. I had to step out.
Dad had the car ready, and we set off for the hospital.
Upon reaching, I felt a bit hungry, but so tests required fasting, so I asked my dad to grab so food for , while my mom helped with the paynt and paperwork.
After the check-up, the doctor told , "The babies are a bit oxygen-deprived. You need to take oxygen. If you can do it at ho, do it daily; otherwise, you’ll have to co to the hospital."
"Is it that serious?" I gasped.
"It’s mild for now, but you need to keep track of the babies’ movents, frequency, and count. If there’s any anomaly, co to the hospital imdiately," the doctor advised ticulously, "Why are you here alone? Don’t you have soone to accompany you? Look at your belly; what if sothing happens?"
Just as I was about to answer that my family was outside, I suddenly heard soone say, "Dr. Catherine, this is our obstetrics departnt."
The na ’Catherine’ conjured up the image of Catherine in my mind.
She was a doctor. She was an obstetrician to be precise. And she had recently been spotted in the area. Was she here for so temporary voluntary work?
Regardless, my priority was to avoid her.
Thankfully, I had worn a mask and a hat when I left, and my figure had changed, so she probably wouldn’t have recognized .
The door opened, and, with my back to it, I caught a glimpse of Catherine from the corner of my eye. She was indeed in the hospital’s white coat and looked quite official.
"Dr. Catherine, reporting for duty? Welco!" The doctor who examined greeted Catherine with a smile.
"Thanks! Looking forward to working with you all!" Catherine responded cheerfully. The doctor’s coat gave her an even more professional aura; she seed more serious than Ariel, even though they looked similar.
I stood up, gathered my paperwork, and left. As I brushed past Catherine, she glanced at with a stranger’s gaze and then quickly looked away.
Once outside, I let out a sigh of relief, but soon enough, the anxiety returned. Why was Catherine working at that hospital?
Moreover, all my prenatal records were with that hospital, and I was likely to deliver there. If Catherine saw my records, wouldn’t she know everything?
As I approached the elevator, I saw my dad and mom coming towards . Seeing my troubled face, my mom quickly asked, "What happened? Is there a problem?
with the babies?"
"No, I need to take so oxygen; we’ll leave as soon as I’m done," I replied, shaking my head.
Dad and mom exchanged glances. As I entered the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, I caught a glimpse of Damon through the closing doors, heading towards the departnt I just left.
I hadn’t seen Damon for more than half a year, and I didn’t expect our reunion to be in a hospital.
He looked thinner than before. I only saw his side profile, his high-arched nose, and his deep-set eyes.
I could always see him clearly in an instant, a special skill I had honed over the years.
Dad and mom didn’t notice Damon. They were focused on , and their faces filled with concern when I ntioned taking oxygen.
"Ah!" I suddenly cried out, my attention being drawn away from my emotions by the babies in my belly.
"What’s wrong?" my mom asked, holding my hand with concern.
"The twins are having a fight inside; they keep kicking !" I laughed, rubbing my belly.
I wondered if they sensed Damon passing by and reacted. Could they sense a blood relative at such a young age? My mind was wandering.
After I finished with the oxygen, we left imdiately. To make it easier for to take oxygen at ho, my dad purchased so equipnt and planned to have use it at ho.
"Let’s change hospitals. I don’t want to give birth there." I told my mom.
"That hospital is great, isn’t it? Their obstetrics departnt is the best around here. We have peace of mind knowing you’re doing your checkups and delivering
there. What happened? Tell ," my mom gently asked, holding my hand.
I sighed, "Catherine is going to work there as an obstetrician. I saw her today, but she didn’t recognize . I don’t know if she will check the archived files."
"What?!" my mom exclaid in surprise.
"I also saw Damon, just as we were taking the elevator down," I added.
Mom imdiately stood up and said, "I’ll ask your dad to look for other hospitals and see if there are any suitable ones."
Whenever Damon and Catherine were involved, my mom’s decision was always to cut off any contact with them.
Lagreed, especially considering my twins might require a C-section. What if Catherine was the one operating? I was on high alert. That was my only chance to have children. Any accident, however small, would have been unbearable.
I was going to deal with the other issues once the babies were born.
Just then, Jones showed up, still carrying Bonny in his arms. Bonny was pregnant, lately lounging around the house and not venturing out. The word on the street was that she got knocked up by a tomcat at the pet store, and then she was showing a big belly.
Seeing , Bonny let out a happy ow, then started rubbing against my pant leg. Daisy, hearing Bonny’s voice, imdiately dashed over to join in on the fun Watching the harmonious scene, my mom sighed, "This is the life"
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