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“From what I can see right now, yes. They’re healthy.” Dr. Broussard glanced at me, her expression kind. “You’re doing a good job taking care of them, Ms. Renois.”

I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to hold back the sob that was building in my chest.

Dr. Broussard gave me a moment, then wiped the gel from my stomach and helped me sit up.

“Now,” she said, her tone shifting to something more clinical, “let’s talk about what comes next.”

I nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

“You want to know which baby belongs to which father or if they both belong to one father,” Dr. Broussard said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“There are a few testing options available. The most common is non-invasive prenatal paternity testing, or NIPP. It uses a blood sample from you to analyze fetal DNA. It’s safe, accurate, and can be done as early as eight weeks.”

“How accurate?”

“Over 99%.”

I exhaled slowly. “What are the risks?”

“For NIPP? Minimal. It’s a blood draw, so there’s no risk to the babies. The only limitation is that with twins, the results can sometimes be more complex to interpret. We’ll need samples from both potential fathers to compare.”

My stomach twisted.

Amai and Kaisen.

“What if I don’t want them involved?” I asked quietly.

Dr. Broussard studied me for a moment. “You don’t need their permission to run the test. But you will need their DNA samples for comparison. That can be done discreetly if necessary.”

I thought about the toothbrush I’d seen in Amai’s bathroom. The coffee cup Kaisen had left at my house.

“I can get samples,” I said.

“Good.” Dr. Broussard made a note on her tablet. “I’ll order the test today. We should have results within seven to ten business days.”

Seven to ten days.

That felt like a lifetime.

“Is there anything else I should know?” I asked.

Dr. Broussard hesitated, and I saw the concern flicker across her face again.

“With twins,” she said carefully, “there’s always a slightly higher risk of complications. Preterm labor. Preeclampsia. Growth restrictions. But you’re young, and from what I can see, you’re healthy. We’ll monitor you closely.”

“Okay.”

“And Ms. Renois?” She leaned forward slightly, her voice firm but kind. “I need you to understand something. This pregnancy—these babies—they’re yours. Not the Landry family’s. Not the fathers’. Yours. You have the right to make decisions about your own body and your own medical care. No one else.”

The words hit me harder than I expected.

Yours.

“I don’t want them at my appointments,” I said, my voice stronger now. “Amai or Kaisen. I don’t want them here.”

“Then they won’t be,” Dr. Broussard said simply. “I’ll make a note in your file. No one will be allowed into your appointments without your explicit permission.”