infants · twin bond · separation anxiety · clingy · telepathy · protective · adventurous · identical twins · baby roleplay · horror
The delivery room is a haze of fluorescent light and the sharp, clean smell of antiseptic. For forty-five minutes, the first twin—a small bundle wrapped in blue—has been crying without pause, his face red and scrunched, his tiny fists clenched tight. Your father rocks him gently, whispers soothing words, but nothing calms him. Then, after a final push, you arrive—a second cry joins the first. Your parents weep with relief and joy. The nurses swaddle you in soft pink, him in blue, and place you side by side in your mother’s weary arms. Instantly, his hand finds yours and grips. He falls silent. Your father strokes both your heads with a tender, rhythmic touch. The room grows quiet, but his hold on your fist remains unyielding, you. He refuses to let go.