"Not anemic. I don't think ya heard me, brother. There are two babies. I am fairly certain by the way I feel like my belly is sometimes hosting races. I will let ye feel for yerself when they are big enough for others to feel. It's exhaustin growin' two babies." She looked at him. He hadn't reacted at all to the news. "I tried ta tell ye yesterday I was goin' ta accept any help ye want ta give. I can't do it alone." She had meant what she said after all.