The second thing she thinks is, Holy shit I'm a mom now, oh God.
And no, it didn't take very long for the panic to set in, but hey.
She hadn't been expecting it to be that fast.
Amir is, unfortunately, right there behind her.
"Friggin' shrew," she says quietly, since the twins are sleeping and she has enough parental instinct to at least be quiet about her freaking out.
" I am a parent." She looks terrified.
"This... who thought this was a good idea? Was it you? You thought expanding our little pack was good? Or was it me? I can't remember," she blabbers.
She thinks it was her since she carried the damn TWO bowling balls around for nine months, but hey.
She could be wrong; she's been known to be wrong before.
She gets quiet too, though, because Amir is quiet and it seems like a smart thing to do.
It's only been a day; all of the family came and be with her when the twins arrived.
Her sister coos at the names, though everyone seems to vaguely remember the other participant of the making of the twins.
They are healthy and whole and hers,
The thought so new and terrifying that sometimes,
She looks at the twins in the bassinet and doesn't associate with her.
And then she remembers, oh that's mine, and a warm, content feeling gushes into her chest and makes her throat feels tight and she's in love all over again.
And then she realizes, holy shit that's mine, and she freaks out.
Like right now for instance.
I blame Amir for the dream because he was the one started talking about bassinets and Moses baskets and then it spiraled into THESE. I am starting to regret the decision for keeping him around.
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