The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79 LOVEFOOL

Chapter 79 LOVEFOOL

Mia’s POV

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The nausea hit again without warning. One moment I was hanging up Nate’s jacket in my closet, thinking about the baklava that had tasted so perfect at Yiayia’s, and the next I was sprinting to the bathroom. My knees crashed against the cold tile as everything I’d eaten came rushing back up.

Gas’s nails clicked frantically on the hardwood as he followed me, is concerned whines echoing off the bathroom walls. He pressed against my leg, warm and solid, as I clutched the toilet bowl.

“Not now, buddy,” I gasped between heaves. “I’m okay, I promise

But he stayed, tail drooping, as I emptied what felt like everything ‘d ever eaten. The grilled meats, the fresh bread, even that perfect baklava. It all tasted significantly less wonderful when coming back up.

“Mia?” Mom’s soft knock preceded her entrance. “Oh, sweetheart

She moved with quiet efficiency, setting down a glass of water and dampening a washcloth at the sink. The familiar scent of her lavender hand cream mixed with the mint of my toothpaste as she knelt beside me, gathering my hair back from my face.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered, just before another wave hit. “I thought morning sickness was supposed to happen in the morning.”

“Whoever named it that clearly never had twins,” Mom said dryly, pressing the cool cloth to the back of my neck. Her other hand rubbed gentle circles on my back, the same way she used to when I was sick as a child.

Gas whined again, nudging my arm with his nose.

“Your guard dog’s worried,” Mom observed, scratching his ears. “Though I notice he didn’t try to stop you from eating all that Mediterranean food.”

I groaned, the mention of food setting off another round of heaving. When it finally subsided, I slumped against the bathtub, accepting the water Mom offered with shaking hands.

“Small sips,” she reminded me, settling onto the floor beside me. Her silk pajama pants pooled around her ankles as she stretched out her legs.

“Were you this sick with me?” I asked, letting my head rest against her shoulder. “Because if you say yes, I’m officially apologizing for making you suffer.”

She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through where our shoulders touched. “Actually, you were my perfect little angel, even before you were born. Not a single day of morning sickness.”

“Seriously?” I lifted my head to glare at her. “That’s just unfair.”

“Well, I only had one of you.” Her hand drifted to my small bump, barely visible under my loose sweater. “These two seem determined to make their presence known. I think they’re boys,” she said, her voice gentle. “Two little grandsons doing somersaults in there.”

The image hit harder than expected. Two little boys look exactly alike. Is it possible?

“The app says they’re the size of lemons now,” I said instead, pulling out my phone to show her the 3D rendering. “See? All their organs are forming properly.”

“Fourteen weeks already.” Mom’s smile was soft as she studied the image. “They’re growing so fast. Though I have to say, lemons seem like an odd choice for comparison. Why not something more baby–related?”

“Right?” I scrolled through the app. “Last week they were limes. Next week they’ll be… naval oranges? Who comes up with these?”

Gas flopped dramatically across both our laps, apparently tired of being ignored. His tail thumped against the tile as Mom

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scratched under his chin.

“Someone’s jealous of the attention the babies are getting,” she teased.

“Never.” I ruffled his cars. “You’ll always be my first baby, won’t you, Gas?”

He responded by rolling onto his back, exposing his belly for rubs

“Think you can stand?” Mom asked after a few minutes. “I’ll make some ginger tea.”

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My legs felt shaky as I pushed myself up, using the counter for support. The face in the mirror looked pale and drawn, dark circles visible under my eyes despite my earlier makeup. Pregnancy has made me ugly, I smiled bitterly. Being a mother is never easy from the start.

“Go rest,” Mom urged, steering me toward my bedroom. “I’ll bring the t in a few minutes.”

I had barely settled onto my bed when my phone started buzzing with FaceTime notifications. Scarlett’s face filled the screen three missed calls already.

“Finally!” Her face appeared, perfectly lit despite the late hour. She was sprawled across her childhood bedroom’s window seat – the same one where we’d spent countless nights sharing secrets as teenagers. “Why aren’t you answering my texts? I’ve been trying to reach you for hours!”

“Sorry, I was busy throwing up everything I’ve eaten since kindergarten.” I shifted against my pillows, Gas immediately claiming his spot beside me. “These babies apparently hate Mediterranean food.”

“Mediterranean?” Her perfectly shaped eyebrows rose. “Wait, did you actually go out with Mr. Hot Doctor?”

“It wasn’t a date,” I said quickly, judging by her knowing smirk. “We’re just friends.”

“Uh–huh.” She reached off–screen, returning with what looked like a glass of wine. “Friends who go to romantic restaurants together?”

“It was his grandmother’s place actually. Very casual.” I scratched Gas’s ears, avoiding her too–perceptive gaze. “Anyway, what’s so urgent? You’re doing that thing with your eyebrows that means you have gossip.”

“Oh my god, yes!” She sat up straighter, wine sloshing dangerously. “I have some juicy gossip to share!”

“Then just tell me everything! A pregnant woman’s patience is limited!”

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She leaned closer to the camera. “Did I tell you that Morton has a younger brother? Total golden child, always does what Mommy and Daddy want.”

“I’m sensing a ‘but‘ coming.”

“BUT!” She grinned. “He was supposed to go through with this arranged marriage thing, like Morton. You know how these old money families are.”

I rolled my eyes. I really know as I’m a victim of a contract marriage. “So?”

“He agreed at first but when the wedding is coming, he completely refused! Actually left home over it because he fell in love with someone else!”

Despite my lingering nausea, I found myself intrigued. “Seriously? That’s… surprisingly romantic.”

“Right?” She flopped back dramatically. “You should have seen Morton’s parents at dinner. Every time someone mentioned Alexander, that’s the brother, his mother would get this pinched look like she’d bitten into a lemon. And his father! I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel.”

“Let me guess – the girl isn’t from the ‘right‘ family?”

“In fact, they knew nothing about the girl. Alexander protected his love well. I guess She’s ‘unsuitable.” Scarlett made air quotes with her free hand. “Though no one will tell me exactly what that means. Morton just gets all weird and quiet when I ask.

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