"You looked nervous in there." He ignored me. "You know, it’s okay to be nervous. There are going to be two of them."
He shook his head. "We need to talk."
That was a bit of an understatement. "No kidding."
He stopped walking. We were probably halfway between Finn's house and the infirmary. "I'm going to carry you to my father’s office. It’s private, and you’re breathing hard."
"Alright." I gave in with a sigh.
I’d better get used to the idea of being carried around all the time. We were up there a lot quicker than if I had walked myself. I sat on one of the comfortable armchairs. "You know, when these kids come, you’re going to have to change, right?"
I nodded. "When I figured out who you were, it crossed my mind."
"I was thinking of waiting 6 months to change you."
"Why just 6?"
"You'll be finished breastfeeding the twins by then." He explained. "I don't know how long I can keep the three of you safe by myself."