Nathan

I wake up with a jolt, drenched in cold sweat. My eyes scan the room in a panic, searching for my babies—until I notice Giselle lying beside me, fast asleep. I have no idea how she ended up in my bed, but the ragged sound of my breathing stirs her awake.

“Are… are you okay?” she asks with a sleepy yawn, rubbing her eyes.

“What are you doing here? And… where are the babies?”

“B-babies?” she repeats, confused. “What babies? Did you have a nightmare?” she asks, trying ...