GENESIS

“Twins??” Revelation echoed, eyes wide as saucers.

I nodded, tears still slipping down my cheeks, the ultrasound photos clutched in my trembling hand.

Rev let out a half-laugh, half-sob and launched herself at me, arms wrapping tight around my shoulders. I hugged her back just as hard, both of us shaking with laughter and happy tears.

Donald wheeled closer, his face softer than I’d ever seen it. The cancer was gone, beaten back completely by the aggressive treatment. He was walking again now, slow but steady, no longer needing the chair full-time. He reached out and squeezed my hand.

“I’m really happy for you, sweetheart,” he said quietly. “Two...