Trey had rolled onto his side so he could see his twin better, examining him to try to figure out what was going on. Sure, Ky was one of the most epic stressheads in the history of the universe and worried about everyone he loved. That was just the INFP personality type in him. Trey had always been the extrovert but Kyan was the epitome of the sensitive and empathic mediator so he shouldered other people's troubles more than he realised. It wasn't a surprise the shock of hearing he was going to be a dad was setting in and his overthinking brain was going into overdrive. Still, his overthinking anxiety didn't usually make him barf. But it wasn't exactly small news either. It was HUGE and Trey wouldn't spite him a bit of freaking out until he settled into the idea and excitement took over. Probably after Walker, Reecy's doctor dad, reassured them Reecy and baby would be safe and as well as could be. "Did you guys both get food poisoning last week together? Like, sure it was food poisoning now? Ky, if anyone can do this, bud, it's you. You know Mom's gonna be watching over you doing a happy dance up there. Probably right alongside Reecy's other dad. Your kiddo'll have some pretty damn awesome guardian angels watching over them and cheering them on. But don't Google. Google MD isn't going to help you with that stress. Leave it to the real expert, your father-in-law, who has a real MD." He snatched Kyan's phone off him and shoved it under his butt. "I'll fart on your hand if you try to get it out. You're not making my head worse, you're making your brain worse. Just chill, enjoy the moment."