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"It's just so not like her!" I exclaimed, feeling distressed.

"I'm sure she's fine." Cameron attempted to reassure me. He failed. "She must have a good reason for not texting."

As he finished his sentence, the news broadcast blasted out of my phone.

"Alert for the Parlo area: six children have been reported dead or missing under a collapsed apartment building. Local authorities are preparing to sort through the rubble within the next few days, after all the debris has settled. Stay inside and out of tall buildings. Stay inside . . ."

I looked up as the warning repeated, feeling sick to my stomach. "Oh god . . ."

"She isn't there," Cameron quickly said. I clamped a hand over my mouth and tried to not throw up. "Coco said she was going to meet Graysen at the mall, which is blocks away from any apartment building. And she's too responsible to take a detour like that."

Cameron wasn't an optimist, but he was serious about this. If he thought my sister was okay, then Coco was enjoying smoothies at the mall with her boyfriend, or something equally safe and happy.

"If anything," Cameron continued. "Her phone is dead, or she put it on silent so she could focus on Gray."

I couldn't help but smile softly at my husband's use of Coco's nickname for Graysen.

"Alright," I quietly agreed.

I grabbed a pan and set to work with dinner for the two of us.

"Cam, can you--"

"Yep!"

"I need--"

"Got it!"

"I'm going to--"

"Let me do it!"

I sighed as the strainer of pasta was pulled out of my grip. "You don't have to do everything for me, alright?"

Cameron smiled sweetly. "But you've gotta be extra careful now, right?" He smiled and rested a hand on my stomach.

I blushed.

(Yes, 22-year-olds can blush, despite what my 12-year-old sister believes)

Only Cameron knows my secret: I've been pregnant for almost three months. And I know Cameron's secret: Cameron Myers was born female. But he didn't agree with it. So now, Cameron's a 'he'. He's also a twin. His identical twin decided to donate sperm for us, so we could have a child with similar DNA to his.

Cameron quickly dumped the pasta into a platter and whisked it to the table. He grabbed the plates and added them.

"Let me--"

"I swear, if you try to carry me to the table, I'll punch you."

Cameron quickly retracted his open arms. "I would never!" he said with a grin. I rolled my eyes as I moved to our small table. "Idiot."

Just to annoy him, I did a quick spin as I got to the table. "Heh~"

Cameron laughed and sat next to me. He quickly grabbed the platter of penne I had prepared. "You're an amazing chef!"

I laughed. "Why, thank you. Now, let's eat."

I had forgotten all about Coco during dinner until I glanced toward her empty chair while clearing the table. Cameron caught me looking.

"She's fine, Kay. If she's not back by morning, we can contact the police. Now head to bed, I can see you're tired."

"But I--" I protested

"No. I'll stay up and wait for her." He shot back with a firm voice.

"Fiiiiine. I love you, babe!" I replied, just to quiet him down.

"Goodnight, baby!" He answered, giving me a kiss on the cheek and settling onto the couch. I headed to bed, knowing I'd be up worrying for at least a few more hours.