Felt like greentexting again, even though I'm not the best writer.
> They arrived sooner than expected
> It had been six months since the parental visit
> The doctor had told them to expect the twins in about seven to eight months
> This left plenty of time to prepare, but even a whole year would not have been enough for Anon
> Even in his late 20s, he said it felt too soon to be a father
> Lucy kept reassuring him, but deep down, she shared the same anxiety
> One afternoon, Lucy was playing the guitar on her bed (a habit she adopted to relax and hopefully give the twins a musical ear) when she started feeling contractions
> Normally, she would have shrugged them off as more Braxton Hicktyosarus contractions, but they felt longer and more intense by the minute
> Her heart skipped a beat: his was the day
> "Anon!"
> Her husband dashed in the doorway, as if his muscles were prepared to answer that call his entire life
> She breathed
> "They're coming..."
> One growingly painful ride to the hospital later, Lucy was laying on a bed. Her lower abdomen was killing her.
> Even with the doctor helping her and Anon holding her hand, she felt like she would die before she saw the end of it
> She screamed her lungs out as her cloaca eventually stretched to a size she never thought possible
> When the worst was finally over, she looked at the two eggs laying safely in a basket
> She breathed a sigh of relief: they were fine
> A tired smile stretched across her face as she looked at what she and her husband had accomplished
> She looked up Anon with tearful eyes
> She knew things would never be the same and she couldn't wait to go on this new adventure with him
> "All right, Mrs. Mous. We're now going to take the twins for a checkup, it shouldn't be too long."
> Right on cue, a cart carrying eggs of varying sizes and shapes rolled in
> Lucy's smile immediately faded when she noticed the nurse carefully loading her eggs was an Oviraptor
t. ESL who never gave birth