Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a pale glow on the room as I once again found myself hunched over the toilet, the bathroom becoming an all-too-familiar companion. It seemed I had spent more time in this small space than I had with Ace and Alex over the past few days. The stomach flu had transformed the bathroom into my constant refuge, a place where I fought battles against relentless waves of nausea and dizziness.

As I retched and gagged, the acrid taste filling my mouth, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration. This had been going on for four days now, and if anything, it seemed to be worsening rather than improving. The endless cycle of vomiting and dizziness had taken a toll on both my physical and mental well-being.

With a shaky breath, I leaned back against the cool tiles, my head swimming with dizziness. I wiped my mouth, feeling weak and disoriented. My hair clung to my forehead, damp with sweat, a testament to the physical strain I’d been enduring.

As I pushed myself to my feet, the bathroom door was left slightly ajar, and I caught a glimpse of the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, pallid and worn. Dark circles framed my eyes, and my once-vibrant complexion had taken on a sickly hue. It was a stark reminder of the toll this relentless bout of illness was taking on my body.

I stumbled back to my room, my steps unsteady, my head spinning with every movement. Everything I had tried to eat in the past few days had ended up back in the toilet, a frustrating and demoralizing cycle. The simple act of nourishing myself had become an arduous challenge.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I let out a sigh. This was getting out of hand. The past four days had felt like an eternity, each moment marked by the same overwhelming sensations of dizziness and nausea. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt truly well.

My head felt like it was wrapped in a cloud, my thoughts sluggish and disjointed. Even the once-familiar scents of eggs and cologne-usually associated with the boys’ presence-now triggered waves of nausea that made my stomach churn in protest. It was a bizarre and unsettling change, adding to the confusion that was becoming a constant companion.

With a determined sigh, I decided to try and make my way downstairs. The hope of finding something that would calm my stomach motivated me to push through the fog of dizziness. But just as I descended the stairs, my vision blurred, and the room seemed to spin around me.

My heart raced as the world became a whirl of colors, and before I could react, everything went black.

A muffled awareness seeped back into my consciousness, a haze of sensations and sounds that gradually took shape. My surroundings were unfamiliar, and I blinked in confusion, struggling to piece together the puzzle of where I was.

The scent of antiseptic and the sterile white surroundings indicated a hospital room. My head throbbed, a steady rhythm that matched the beeping of the machines beside me. The events leading up to this moment were a fragmented blur-vomiting, dizziness, and then darkness.

A soft voice drew my attention, and I turned my head to find a nurse at my side. She smiled warmly, her presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

“You’re awake,” she said gently, her voice a soothing melody. “You fainted and hit your head on the way down the stairs. We had to bring you in to make sure everything’s okay.”

I nodded weakly, absorbing the information. The world seemed to shift as my head pounded, a reminder of the incident that had landed me here.

“Your friends were quite worried,” the nurse continued, her gaze kind. “They’re in the waiting area. Would you like to see them?”

I nodded my head at her. Yes please.

“Also, congratulations.” She said before exiting the room. Congratulations? I wondered. What was she talking about. I fell down the stairs and she congratulated me? What the fuck.

The sterile hospital room seemed to pulse with a mix of emotions as I lay there, my head still throbbing with a dull ache. Uncertainty lingered in the air, like a fog that had settled around me. But then, as the door opened, a wave of confusion swept over me once more.

Ace, Alex, and Cher walked in, their faces adorned with excited smiles. They were carrying a collection of blue and pink balloons that danced in the air, each balloon adorned with the word “Congratulations.” My brows furrowed as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. “What is going on, guys?” I asked, my voice tinged with both curiosity and bewilderment.

Ace set blue and pink roses on the table beside me, and they all exchanged eager glances, a shared secret that seemed to shimmer in their eyes. “Are you going to tell her?” Ace asked Cher, his voice laced with anticipation.

Cher looked at Alex, her expression a mix of excitement and playfulness. “You tell her,” Alex suggested, the enthusiasm evident in his tone.

“No, you two tell her,” Cher insisted, her gaze shifting between her brothers.

Their interactions only added to my confusion, the rapid exchanges and knowing looks leaving me feeling like an outsider in my own room. My impatience grew, and I couldn’t help but blurt out, “Tell me what?!”

Finally, they all turned to face me, their gazes focused and excited. And then, as if in perfect unison, they exclaimed, “You’re pregnant!!”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The words hung in the air, a surreal declaration that sent shockwaves through my senses. The room seemed to tilt, and I struggled to comprehend what I had just heard. Pregnant? It was as if the world had suddenly shifted on its axis, leaving me in a state of disbelief.

My eyes darted between their expectant faces, my mind racing to catch up with the revelation they had just shared. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. The room was filled with a mixture of emotions-joy, surprise, and a touch of trepidation.

“Pregnant?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. It was as if the word itself held a weight I couldn’t fully grasp.

Cher nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. “Yes! Congratulations!” Her smile was infectious, and as I looked at the balloons and the roses, the realization began to sink in.