C126 Something's up with Ira

IRA

I lay on the bed, folded in a foetal position.

My eyes shut tightly as I tried and failed to bear the growing pain in my stomach. Something was terribly wrong. That bit I knew for certain.

“Are you okay, my lady?” one of the maidens asked, with fear evident in her tone. I couldn’t bring myself to answer.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the twins arrived — or at least Dexter