Lana's POV
Everyone was home now, so the chaos began. I don't see myself with so many kids, if ever. I went inside the kitchen where both of my parents were.
"Hey," I said without feeling to actually greet.
"Are you okay?" my mother asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged.
"Are you able to eat?" my dad asked.
"No, I get sick," I just said, and they both looked at each other. "Fruit will be fine," I said, and I left the kitchen.
I went to the backyard where my siblings were playing and shouting at each other. Ugh.
They were playing with the ball, kicking it around, but then as I took my attention away from them and my breath was punched out of me, I hunched over, holding my belly.
"Lana, I'm sorry!" Weston called out. He kicked the ball against my belly. I took in a deep breath an
