Seeing double
Sophos stared down at the crumpled, red faced baby wrapped in blankets on this left arm. Dark eyes, snub nose, wisps of dark hair – his twelve and half hour old son was an exact mirror image of his twelve and three quarter hour old son wrapped in blankets on his right arm.
Sophos looked up at their mother, tired but smiling at him from the bed. "I know we're in Attolia, but I didn't know twins were contagious."
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