Ezra
Twins. That kept repeating over and over in my head. Twins. Amelia and I are having twins. We didn’t find out their genders, but the doctor mentioned they appeared to be fraternal, so we may have one of each. Amelia seems equally shocked as we sit quietly in the back of the limo.
“My mom is going to flip her s**t,” Amelia mutters.
“There are no twins in my family,” I mumble.
“Oh, my mom is a twin,” she says.
I give her a look.
“Yeah, my Uncle Floyd is her twin,” Amelia mentions. “He lives in Michigan.”
I just nod.
“Are you okay?” She touches my arm.
“Of course,” I respond. “We got this.”
“Yes,” She smiles. “I’m hungry.”
“You had a big breakfast,” I laugh.
“I am carrying twins,” She laughs. “I just want Wendy’s.”
“Willow, can you find us a Wendy’s,” I say.
“Wendy’s,” Wil
