It was going to be held on the 1st.It was going to be held on the 1st. I agreed. The morning of the 1st I woke up feeling refreshed, with my soft and cuddly coimelin sleeping peacefully beside me. She looked peaceful, too, with her eyes closed and her curly hair splayed everywhere. I smiled as I rose out of bed to take a shower. I must have been in the shower for some time, because as I was rinsing my hair Nyss came in and said "When you get out, I have something very important to show you." Her voice was neither joking nor panicked, and I wondered what it was. When I got out and had a robe on, she came out and hugged me close. "What's wrong?" I asked "Look." She pointed at the telemetry screen being "reflected" in my bedroom mirror. There was a long string of numbers and some chemical formulae on the screen, the conclusions for which were displayed underneath: "O.B. Monitor, Day 6. Secondary release of ovum and protracted survival of sperm have contributed to unexpected second successful fertilization and data collected indicates implantation still possible. "Action?" I read the message twice. Then I read it again. "Does this mean you're going to have two?" I asked. |