Chapter fifty nine : The Birth
The autumn wind had stripped the leaves from the trees along the Hudson River, leaving the branches bare and silver under the cold November sky. Inside the mansion, the heat was roaring, and the atmosphere was thick with a heavy, waiting tension. My stomach had grown so large that even the softest silk gowns felt tight against my skin. The twins were restless, their constant, heavy kicks keeping me awake through the long, quiet nights.
Dr. Evans had warned us that twins rarely waited for their actual due date. Because of the size of the babies and the strain on my body, Alexander had transformed the large guest suite on the ground floor into a fully equipped private medical room, complete with two newborn cribs painted in cream and gold. He didn't want me
