Pronounced Dead in Labor, Then the Doctor Said There Were Two Babies

He guarded his phone.

He started taking calls in the driveway.

His mother, Margaret, became even less subtle than usual, criticizing the nursery paint, my diet, my doctor, my breathing, my posture, my tone, my family, everything except the things that actually mattered.

I told myself it was stress.

I told myself first pregnancies did strange things to everyone.