*Molly*
“Get back in bed,” Lily admonishes me as I walk across the room to get one of the twins, though Dad is there before me.
“I’m alright,” I tell her with a smile.
“No, you’re not,” she tells me, leading me back. “Your feet are so swollen, Molly. That’s not good.”
I smile up at her as she tucks me in, completely ignoring my protest. “It’s just part of being pregnant.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s not. Not like that. I’m worried about you. I think we may need to bring a doctor.”
I shake my head at her quickly. “No. Someone could follow them here. I’ll stay in bed,” I promise her. “Just please, don’t let anyone come.”
Dad’s been pacing between the two windows on the ends of the house, constantly looking out of them to be sure no one has found us. He said there’s no
