Violet
Two weeks.
That was how long it took for me to realize.
Carrying triplets meant everyone had apparently been given permission to boss me around.
Everyone.
“Violet, sit.”
I turned toward Charm.
“I am making tea.”
“I can make tea.”
“So can I.”
“You're supposed to rest.”
“I've been sitting for an hour!”
Charm pointed toward the chair.
I narrowed my eyes.
She pointed harder.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Sit.”
Grumbling, I sat.
From across the clubhouse, Doom smirked.
“Don't you dare.”
“Didn't say s**t, Woman.”
“You're enjoying this.”
“f**k yeah.”
The worst part?
I knew everyone meant well.
Dr. Cole hadn't ordered bed rest.
She wanted me moving normally while avoiding unnecessary strain, especially lifting Thane.
But Doom apparently heard normal activity and transl
