The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 94

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CHAPTER 94 Too Much On My Mind

Mia’s POV

1 stared at the message, my mind racing. There were only two options: reply or ignore. Either way, Kyle would eventually confront me about the twins. The question was whether I wanted that confrontation on my terms or his.

I need to call Robert. It Kyle’s going to push for custody, I need to be prepared.

I thought for a moment, then typed: *Not tonight, Kyle. I need res We can talk tomorrow.”

His response came instantly *Are you alright?*

The simple question cay

me off guard. Was it concern for me, of for his unborn children? I hesitated and decided not to reply.

Three dots appeared, disappeared.

Nate cleared his throat. “You should try to sleep. Both of you.” He glanced between Mom and me, “Will you be okay if I leave?! can stay if you’re concerned about security.”

“The police officer is outside,” Mom reminded him. “And Gas is better than any security system.”

At the sound of his name, Gas’s tail thumped against the couch cushions.

“Besides,” I added, “you’ve already done so much today.”

“That’s what friends do.” He smiled. “Call if you need anything–day or night.”

After he left, Mom turned to me. “He cares about you, you know.”

“Nate? He’s just being kind.”

She gave me a look. “If you say so, sweetheart.”

I chose to ignore the implication. “We should both get some sleep, Mom. Tomorrow’s going to be… complicated.”

“I love you,” she whispered fiercely. “Whatever happens tomorrow, remember that.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

Inside my room, I changed awkwardly into pajamas, careful of my wrapped ankle. Getting into bed was a challenge, but once settled, I felt some of the day’s tension begin to seep away. Gas jumped up beside me, circling three times before curling against my side, his warmth comforting.

My phone buzzed one last time. Thinking it might be Kyle again, I checked reluctantly, but found a message from Catherine

instead:

*Just heard what happened. Are you alright, dear? Call me when you can.*

I stared at the screen. How had Catherine found out? Had Kyle told her? If so, had he also mentioned the pregnancy?

Too tired to puzzle it out, I set the phone aside. Tomorrow would bring enough complications without adding Kyle’s mother to the mix. I closed my eyes, one hand resting over my stomach.

“We’re okay,” I whispered to them. “Mom’s got you.”

Despite my exhaustion, sleep proved elusive. My mind kept replaying the day’s events–Taylor’s face contorted with hatred, the screech of tires, the flash of cameras capturing the moment my pregnancy became public knowledge. And underneath it all, Kyle’s four words: *We need to talk.*

Around 2 AM, I gave up and reached for my tablet. If I couldn’t sleep, I might as well be productive. The children’s center designs still needed refinement, and work had always been my refuge when life became overwhelming.

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I made room for her on the bed. Gas shifted obligingly, allowing lie to settle beside me. “Too much on my mind.”

She glanced at my tablet. “Worlding at AM?”

“Distraction.” I set it aside. “What about you?”

“Kept thinking about today. About what could have happened.” Her voice wavered slightly. “After losing you once already…

“Hey “I grabbed her hand. “I’m okay. We’re okay.” I guided her palm to my stomach, where one of the twins was doing their nightly gymnastics routine. “Feel that? They’re fighters, just like their grandmother.”

Mom’s eyes filled with tears as she felt the movement. “Just like their mother, you mean.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, both drawing strength from the other’s presence. Finally, Mom spoke again, her voice thoughtful.

“Have you thought about what you’ll say to Kyle tomorrow?”

I sighed. “Not really. Part of me wants to tell him it’s none of his business. They’re my babies–I’m the one carrying them, protecting them, loving them.”

“But?”

“But they’re his too.” I rubbed gentle circles where the most active twin was kicking. “And despite everything, I can’t help wondering if they’d be better off knowing their father.”

Mom was quiet for a long moment. “When your father left,” she said finally, “I was so angry I considered keeping you from him completely. In retrospect, that might have been better, given how he turned out. But at the time, I thought every child deserved to know where they came from.”

“Do you regret that decision?”

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