“You forgot the spoon?” I ask, horrified. “How dare you! She is giving us two magical babies and you can’t even get her a spoon!”

Otter pales again. “I forgot. I can’t believe I forgot the spoon. We’re having twins, and I just grabbed nuts and yogurt and didn’t even bring a spoon. I’m going to be a terrible father.”

“Okay,” Megan says. “It’s fine. I have fingers. And a handful of walnuts. This is good for now. Why don’t we all just take a seat? My ankles are sore, and that couch looks comfortable.”

“I can rub your ankles!” I say. “Like, massage them and stuff. I learned how!”

“On the internet,” Otter tells her. “He looked it up on the internet. He’s learning how to use it.”

“You two are so cute,” she says with a grunt as she sinks down on the couch.

We trail after her helplessly. Once she’s seated, we stand above her. She sighs and nods toward the other couch. “Sit. Hovering isn’t going to help.”

We sit immediately on either side of her, crowding in as close as we can.

She sighs. “Other couch, guys. Boob sweat.”

We scramble to the other couch, and I feel a savage satisfaction as Otter trips on the rug. Serves him right for knocking me into the wall when going for the door earlier, the bastard.

We stare at her as we sit down.

She daintily dips her finger into the yogurt and then into her mouth before she groans. “God, that’s so good. Like, so good. It’s weird, you know? I hate yogurt, except for when I’m pregnant. Babies make your body do the strangest things.”

“Babies,” Otter says weakly.

“As in plural,” I whisper.

“Plural,” she agrees, munching on a walnut. “This didn’t happen the first pregnancy. That would have been hysterical, though. That couple was a little more… high-strung, than the two of you.”

“I really don’t believe that,” Otter says, side-eyeing me for some reason.

I ignore him. “How is this possible?”

She shrugs. “It happens. Or so my OB told me. It’s not exactly common, but then the sonogram can’t pick up everything right away, especially when one wants to hide behind the other. But the good news is both babies are healthy, and everything looks exactly how it should be. So there is really nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about,” I repeat slowly. “We thought we were having one kid, and now you’re pregnant with twins, and there’s nothing to worry about.”

She grins through a mouthful of yogurt. “You know when you go to the store and it’s buy one, get one free? Same deal. Except it’s babies. You’re getting twice what you paid for!”

“That… oddly made sense,” Otter says. “And I—”

“Oh, and do you want to know the sex of the other baby? You knew the first was a boy.”

Our jaws both drop.