The water bubbles around my face as my mind violently short-circuits.
A baby brother or sister?! From Lucian and me?! Mirael, sweetie, your big brother is barely surviving the realization that he might be a closeted tomboy-enthusiast, and we still sleep in completely separate rooms! A baby is structurally impossible right now!
Mirael just blinks her big, innocent eyes at me, completely unbothered by my sudden drowning sequence as she casually splashes a bit of the hot water.
"Big sister? Are you okay?" she asks, tilting her head.
I finally pop my head back above the surface, wiping the water from my eyes and coughing slightly. "M-Mirael! Where on earth did you even learn to ask for something like that?!" I squeak, my face turning redder than the bathwater is hot.
