"Baby, here's your medicine," Michael says as he brings in some pills for me.

"I don't wanna take it." I groan.

"You need to take it, honey. Or you're going to get even sicker." Michael says making me groan. Soon our twin kids, Lola and Ryan run into the room.

"Mummy we made you this!" They say as they get into the bed next to me. They show me a drawing of me like a princess and I laugh.

"This is amazing. Why don't you go downstairs and put it on the fridge." I suggest. They nod and run back out the room and downstairs.

"You know how to handle them don't you," Michael says making me laugh.

"They popped out of me of course I know how to handle them," I say making him laugh. "Now give me the meds."

Michael hands me the pills and I take them before Michael kisses me on the head.

"Ok baby, you need to sleep," Michael says. I nod and he leaves the room. "Ok kids! Who wants ice cream!"