"Lillie!"
"Boss!"
Ethan and the twins shouted at the same time when the newly declared mother staggered, her chest expanding and recoiling with labored, panicked breaths.
With abnormally fast reflexes, Ethan was quick to catch his wife before she collides onto the ground.
He cradled her vulnerable body closer to him, cupping his free hand on her pale, cold cheek; her skin was coated with a thin sheen of cold sweat.
Scooping her up, he carried her towards the couch and gently laid her there. He rested her head on a soft cushion to elevate her head, and at the same time, make her comfortable. The twins rushed to to her side and examined her condition.
Cyra held her wrist and felt for her pulse. "She fainted from emotional shock. Both heartbeat and breathing reestablished equilibrium." She explained then sighed in relief, thankful that nothing bad happened to Lillie and her baby.