Congratulations

Twins

I stand by the door, pacing. My hands clench and unclench at my sides as I watch the physician—a priestess of Elaris'—examine Noelle. He's fast asleep, deep in a way that unsettles me. I had tried waking him this morning, and for a brief moment, he had stirred, groggy but responsive. Then, after his bath, he had barely made it back to bed before sleep claimed him again.

That was when the unease settled deep in my bones.

Now, I watch as the priestess checks his pulse, her fingers lingering longer than I would like. My stomach tightens with worry as she moves through her silent examination.

When she finally turns to me, I straighten immediately, crossing the room in two steps.

"So? Is there anything wrong with my husband?" I ask, unable to hide the impatience in my voice. My foot taps against the wooden floor, the sound sharp in the quiet room.