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Fading bits and pieces, misty and foggy memories. If anyone asked Dwyn about her last year in the fashion major, or if any of her old teachers complimented her, she remembered nothing. It was…
Erased.
But that afternoon, chilling on the couch of the inn with Ailre, she felt their twins move for the first time. Strangely enough, it wasn't a completely foreign sensation.
Despite the dark smoke clouding her thoughts she celebrated and invited her soulmate to feel them, and her family. It was great to see Logan and Kalli's beaming smiles even if it…
Even if it made her heart tighten.
Later, in bed, hand hovering over her round belly, tracing the middle line and the spots she felt the movements. She tried to recall the feeling.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as fragments became clearer.
Heart pounding against her chest, but so small it could very well not be there anymore. Dwyn tried to curl up, her distress was enough that, if they were home, Cosmos would jump in the bed and let her hug him.
With shaking hands she rubbed her face trying to make the tears stop and rolled to the side to sleep.
It was in vain.
But it was enough to calm down externally.
When Ailre laid down beside her, they kissed her temple and she felt her throat constrict.
She had to tell them.
With a tiring sigh, she turned and stared at them. But no words would come off her mouth, which made her face twist in a painful expression.
A warm hand on her cheek and a kiss to her forehead.
“Show me.”
Pressing a hand to the forehead. Think. A hand on her heart. I. And on top of her belly. Pregnant. And a wave to her back. Before.
It took seconds. “When?” His question was… hurt. Understandably so, she had hid that fact from everyone she knew at the time.
And very well.
She grasped their shirt, their sleeves. And finally at their wrist like she was the anchor who'd keep them there.
Silence.
“Sorry. I'm sorry.” They mumbled.
“It's okay.” She whispered. “Not your fault.”
They snuggled close and kept muttering apologies amidst reassurances. She didn't want to make their holidays turn into this. That was the last of her wishes.
But maybe she'd skip something the next day to talk with Dr Taylor.
If Dwyn's life was an iceberg, 2017 was everything under the water.