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Lilith had been in a daze for most of the week after returning from her annual doctor’s appointment, where she received unexpected news: she was pregnant. While most expectant mothers would be thrilled and excitedly prepared for a bundle of joy, Lilith felt only dread and immense sadness.
She asked the doctor to double-check with further tests and ultrasounds, but each result only solidified the reality. She was pregnant with twins, and the curse still persisted.
Conceiving was rare for her, and the mental anguish of hundreds of stillbirths and abortions over the course of a thousand years haunted her thoughts. Charlie, her precious daughter, had been the only one to survive the curse, thanks to divine intervention from Lucifer.
Would things be different this time? Would the twins survive? Can she bear another stillbir—
Before she could mentally brace herself, the bedroom door opened, and her two beloveds entered the room. For nearly a week, she had avoided and dodged their inquiries about her health, but she couldn’t keep it from them forever. They deserved to know the truth.
“I’m pregnant,” she announced softly, her smile attempting to convey happiness and joy, though hints of nervousness and sadness seeped through. Her voice was steady but weighed down by exhaustion. Keeping this news to herself had been one challenge; sharing it with her beloveds was an entirely different ordeal.
"... and with twins." She held up the test results and ultrasound images showing two tiny dots, offering them for someone to take. This should be a time for celebration, yet it felt more like a death sentence.