*Seth*
I’ve never been more thankful that Molly soundproofed our bedroom than I am right now, and not just because of us. There are entirely too many people in this house.
We’re curled in bed, still completely naked from earlier activities, which put the soundproofing to good use. Now, though, we’re pouring through her books.
“If one of the twins is the best of us,” she says nervously. “It means the other is the worst.”
She’s been worrying over this for hours now. I tried to distract her from her thoughts in bed, but all it did was give her a break and tire her out. She can barely hold her eyes open, but she’s still reading, consumed by fear.
“There is nothing bad about you for them to have,” I tell her with a small chuckle.
She looks at me, so worried. “What if Andrew is u
