We both just sob some more, until he eases us away from him to look us in the eye, his hands cupping each of our faces with such tenderness that it makes me even sadder.

"What...?" he begins to ask, and I see the exact moment he notices the wetness on both of our chests, the milk staining our clothing, our swollen tits and stiff nipples. "Are you...?"

"We're not pregnant," Hayley sniffles, "the doctor said it's just a r-random anomaly. We promise we're not pregnant."

Daddy's throat bobs as he swallows. He looks at us, his twin girls standing side-by-side, and seems to think for a moment.

"Are you...