Why there is so little B/C stories here?
Still sleepy after a restless night she tottered into the bathroom and immediately put the thing under the cupboard, trying to forget about it the moment she did it.
But it didn't work this time or any time to be precise as twenty minutes later, after a hot shower she saw it in the mirror, the red edge sticking out on the floor, tempting her. That moment she knew she lost it. There was no point in denying it any longer. She gave in and pulled it out. And after a while she hesitantly stepped on the weighing scale.
That was an old, mechanical piece of equipment, remebering even times of her high school. And she just couldn't throw it away when they were moving into this house. No matter it broke down countless times and needed repair and that she was paying for nothing as he said. Or that he would buy her a new one. They haven't been producing them for years. But it had one good quality, though. Since the last patch-up it showed a few pound less than supposed.
Upset was understatetment this time. She was shocked and speechless as she saw the pointer moving forward and forward to the right and when it finally stopped on such number she has never thought she would see in her life. For sure not on this scale. Maybe in the police records, but even now if you added all the criminals she caught, still five were missing.
He whistled looking at her weight from behind, scaring her a bit.
"That's a lot, Maritza."
"Don't." She felt enough humilitated.
"One kid can't weight so much.Maybe dozen."
"Just two." She murmured under her breath when he walked out of the bathroom and couldn't hear her.
"We are having twins, Bosco." She said seriously, looking into the mirror and carresing her rounded belly gently.
"Two little Daddy's girls."
" For sure taking temperament after their Mommy." She added, wincing as she felt a strong burn in her stomach making her shaky. Twice. These kids were even kicking in the same time.
She smiled to herself.
"And you are going to find out soon."