*Rose *

“All right, everything looks great,” Dr. Pennygasket says as she helps me sit up. I am wearing one of those incredibly flattering hospital gowns that is wide open in the back with a sheet over my lap. She’s pulled everything away from my protruding abdomen to check on my children. “I know the sexes now.”

“Don’t tell me,” I say, covering my ears with both hands. “I don’t want to find out without the Alphas.” I’m not even sure where they are, but ...