Her attitude changes after she gets some more news

Over the next few days Doe's libido goes into overdrive. It makes for a busy schedule, there are rarely enough hours in the day to take care of Linneth, cuddle and make love. Linne is a godsend, since she can take care of Linneth when Doe gets extra horny. As is often the case, Linne is so willing to let Doe take the lead and have all the fun that Doe gets to the point of pushing on Linne's rump until your cataur wife gets into bed with you. Your 'accommodating' wife is determined to see your 'harmonious' wife get stuffed almost as often as she is.

But a little less than two weeks later, after a glorious session of lovemaking, you check on the new child growing inside Doe. If all's gone well, by now your new daughter's egg should be firmly implanted inside Doe's womb. But as you check you discover that one egg has become two. Despite the fact you made sure a lamia's ovaries were even less likely than a normal woman's to drop two eggs at once. You double and triple check. No mistake, it's not that Doe produced a second egg, it's that the one egg has divided. Identical twins.

Doe has been watching you and her eyes narrow. She holds your hand against her belly and says, "John? What is it, John? Tell me."

"Um..."

"John - you'd better have more than 'Um' for me."

You scratch her belly and tell her, "It seems you're carrying twins."

Rather than an outburst, Doe pulls you in close and lets out a long sigh. In a heavy voice she says, "I'll be huge."

You try to reply, but she pulls your face against her shoulder, sealing your mouth so you can't.

She continues, musing to herself as if you aren't there. "Three babies before I'm twenty. But I suppose no one can blame me for twins." She rubs your hair and adds, "Linne is going to be bouncing off the walls." You try to pull back enough to say something, but she holds you close. "This is my husband's fault, his seed was too strong."

You feel hot liquid drip on your forehead. This time you manage to pull back and you find Doe crying. She immediately hides her face from you, which is not too surprising. You've so rarely seen Doe cry for anything. She hates looking weak in any way, especially emotionally.

Now it's your turn. You pull her head against your chest and hold her. From how wet your chest is getting you're sure the waterworks have only intensified. Not sure what you should do you say, "Yeah, Linne is going to be over the moon."

There's an "Mmmm" from Doe.

"I think the Valanists look on twins as a great blessing."

Another "Mmmm" from Doe.

"You carried our first child so well. I'm sure our twins will be just fine."

Another "Mmmm" from Doe.

"They have a wonderful mother."

She pulls back and wipes away her tears. She curls up against you again, still not looking at you. You feel her breath against your neck as she asks, "Why do you say I'm a good mother?"

"A wonderful mother," you reply. "And it's because you do so much for our little ones."

"I feel like I don't know what I'm doing. I never paid attention to the older girls who got pregnant. I never picked up babies."

There's a pregnant pause and you just hold her, sure that she's got more to say.

"But..." she whispers. After another pause and after you start to lightly stroke her back she finally adds, "it's weird, but I was fascinated by twins." Some more massaging and she continues. "When I was growing up there were twin girls born to one of the maids who were a few years older than me. They were so sweet to everyone, even when they didn't have to be. And there were a pair of twin boys who took riding lessons at the same time as I did when I joined the military. They were such funny guys, always playing off each other."

Who would have guessed that she'd be alright with this? To tease her you say, "Just don't ignore Linneth because she's not a..."

You don't even get to finish that sentence because Doe tenses up and crushes the air out of your lungs. "How could you even say that?" she fumes.

"And that's why I know you're a wonderful mother," you reply, going in for a quick kiss.

She looks stunned and then stares daggers at you. "Playing games like that with your pregnant wife. Keep it up and I really will rip them off and put them in a jar."

"You can't have more twins if you do that," you laugh.

"M... More?!? Never mind - just one set of twins is rare."

"Oh? I am a mage, you know. I could give you three more sets of twins if you asked."

Doe recoils and she looks like she's going to continue berating you when you both hear, "Twins?" from the doorway. As if you've both been caught with a hand in the cookie jar you look up to see Linne. She looks groggy, like she just woke up and trotted over. But her hearing is good enough that she knows what she heard. As she grows more wakeful her catlike energy returns and she starts saying, "Twins?" "Twins??" "Twins!" "Twins!" "Twins!", and then she starts bouncing in place.

"Cat's out of the bag?" you ask Doe.

She punches you lightly for that and then flops backwards onto the bed. She takes your hand and pulls it to her belly. Then she calls out to Linne, "Yes, twins, you crazy wife of mine. Now get over here."

Linne gallops over to the bedside and looks as excited as a dog who's just been offered a whole steak. Doe doesn't wait, she just reaches out and grabs Linne's hand, pulling it down so she can lace Linne's fingers with yours atop her belly.

"I'm going to get huge. I'm going to need lots of help. There's never going to be enough milk. And I'm blaming all of this on John," Doe says to Linne. As much as she's sounding gruff and displeased you can tell that Doe is thrilled. Her telltale tail is wriggling around happily as you and Linne rub her tummy.