Imogene Scott

My brain quits. It takes at least a second for me to speak. “Nine weeks? How did I not know?”

“It happens to a lot of mothers, Imogene.” Dr Walsh reaffirms.

I’d been under work stress, Damien stress, for weeks now that I hadn’t even noticed the changes in my own body.

Dr Walsh’s face lights up as he turns the screen toward us. “Well, Imogene… looks like you’re having twins.”

“Oh my God.” I cover my mouth with a shaking hand.

I can’t process it. Twins? My heart skips. I glance up at Damien, and he’s staring at the screen with wide eyes. His hand is gripping...