Aya seemed to know there was something special about them immediately. I asked her what it was, and she would not answer. Biting her lip, she sank into one of her moods.
I gave up.
James stopped me one day. He asked if and when we could have another child.
"Let's wait a couple of years James." I said. He agreed.
Aya told us she was married and expecting when the twins were three months old. It was a girl, due in February. Her name was to be Elizabeth Michaela, with my middle name, and named after Queen Elizabeth I.
When the twins were nine months old, Aya started labor.
"Sirius!" she called. "Get me to the hospital!"
Sirius didn't answer. Aya started screaming.
30 minutes passed. Where were Sirius and James?