Chapter 49

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Gwendolyn

"Xavier I want the genders to be a suprise." I said. "You can wait a month."

"But wouldn't it be exciting?" He asked.

"Yes but it'll be even more exciting if they were a surprise." I said.

I'd wanted to keep it a secret but Xavier was becoming impatient.

"Please?" He begged.

"No." I said. "Damn these babies are heavy."

"I could massage five you a massage." His hands started sliding up my body.

"No. I'll just have to endure it." I smacked his hands away. "Pervert."

"You're my wife Gwendolyn. Touching you does not make me a pervert." He rolled over on his back, leaving me sprawled across his chest.

"Not yet." I said and his phone started ringing some rooms away.

"Soon." He said and flipped us over again. "I'll be back."

He kissed my forehead and then he was gone.

The house was silent except for Chase panting in his sleep.

"I wonder what dogs dream about?" I asked myself.

Maybe they dream about food or have dreams like humans.

"The world may never know." I stroked his ears and he rolled over in his sleep.

Then it happened. Like time paused itself.

Everything, and I mean everything, went dead silent.

I sat up and looked around, suddenly feeling like I was being watched. I wanted Xavier to come back now.

Chase's ears perked up and he sneezed, breaking the silence.

He must have heard it too because he climbed on the couch with me.

It's so quiet. Too quiet.

Chase's ears laid back on his head when the sound of a truck passing outside breached the eerie silence, which was quickly overrun by the sound of Xavier coming back into the room.

"What's wrong?" He asked immediately.

"It's nothing." I said. Ignoring the sense of unease that had curled up in the pit of my stomach.

It's like that feeling you get when you get on a rollercoaster and your stomach drops.

The feeling that something bad is going to happen.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 5:47." He tossed me a shirt.

"Are you leaving?" I asked pulling the shirt over my head.

"Yes." He said. "We're going to the office."

"Do I have to go?" I asked. I gave him my best sad face. "I don't want to."

"You know that you have to come." He said.

"I won't leave the house." I got up and clung to his arm. "I promise I'll be here when you get back."

I felt a small kick against the inside of my abdomen and my hands immediately dropped to my stomach.

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I've been being inconsiderate. I've been so focused on simply keeping you safe that I forgot stress isn't good for babies."

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