Isha
“Well, Isha. It could be any day now. If your water doesn’t break soon, I think we should induce you,” Doctor Evans said.
“But I’m only thirty-six weeks,” I said, startled. Ford was holding my hand, Mic was standing next to him. Dawson and Davis had work they couldn’t get out of which was disappointing but understandable. I couldn’t have all of them with me all the time.
“Yes, but with twins it’s not like a regular pregnancy. You’re also dilated to a two.”
Mic and Ford inhaled sharply.
“That’s amazing, we’re ready, the nursery at home is ready, the house on the hill will be finished in three months, James will have everything ready for the wedding, and that should be enough time for you to find a wedding dress, right?” Mic asked.
“I… I guess. It’ll all depend on how fast
