#Chapter 239 – Twins

Justin’s POV Never in my life had a day passed so excruciatingly slowly. Helen and I watch TV. We played card games. We discussed nothing at length. We spoke to the anesthesiologist. We talked to the doctor. We worked with the witch practitioner. In between all these visits, Helen took little cat naps. And the hours ticked by, feeling like a day had passed for each one. It was at Dr. Peterson’s lunchtime visit that the first signs of something wrong began to materialize. Dr. Peterson looked at the readouts on the machines attached to Helen, a frown pulling her brows together. “What is it?” I demanded. She gave her head a shake. “Nothing too serious, yet. But it looks like Baby B isn’t thriving with the contractions. The baby’s under some stress. So we’re going to keep an eye on it. If this gets any worse, we’ll go in for a C-section.” She did a quick physical exam of Helen and gave Helen’s hand a pat. “Right now, it’s nothing to be alarmed about, just a little bit of conc