[ WP ] In a world where people are paired to their genetic `` soulmate '' , you 're matched with two people . A set of Twins .

Harold and Samantha sat in the waiting room adjacent to the doctor's office, awaiting news of their unborn son's eventual genetic match. The pair was not alone long, however, as another couple entered the room and sat down. The father, looking barely thirty, was making animated gestures as he recounted how he first met his wife. 
 `` My parents could n't believe it - they were where we are now, and they were n't sure if it was possible for a pair of twins to be Matched. But it worked out for us, eh, dear?'' 
 
 His wife, obviously heavily pregnant, laughed lightly. 
 `` I do n't think our girls will find another pair, darling. Having two different sons in law should be interesting, though.'' 
 
 Samantha, interest piqued, could n't contain herself. 
 `` Sorry, but did all four of you Match?'' 
 
 `` No,'' the lady said with a smile, `` we just paired up. You ca n't be Matched with more than one person, there's been no prior case of anything like that.'' 
 
 Harold nodded. `` Each person is Matched upon their last month of pregnancy to their exact genetic soulmate. That's always been how it worked.'' 
 
 The other man, having helped his wife into a seat, nodded as well. `` In every known case of twins, even identical twins, have had different Matches-probably because of the other half of the equation every time.'' 
 
 The four tittered. 
 `` I'm Harold, and this is my wife, Samantha.'' 
 
 The two men shook hands even as the two ladies rolled their eyes. 
 
 `` Pleased to meet'cha, Harold. I'm John and this is my wife Susan.'' 
 
 The two had only just sat down when the doctor burst out of his office, looking slightly peaky and flustered and holding a sheaf of papers. 
 `` Oh, good, you're here as well, John, Susan.'' 
 
 Susan's smile faded. 
 `` What is it, doctor?'' 
 
 `` Well, I believe it's a medical first.'' 
 
 Harold stood, concerned. 
 `` Should we go? This seems important.'' 
 
 The doctor glanced at him. 
 `` No, no, this concerns your son as well.'' 
 
 The two couples exchanged worried glances. 
 `` What is it then, doctor?'' Samantha asked, her voice trembling slightly. 
 
 The doctor shuffled the sheaf of papers. `` It appears that your son, Harold, has Matched John's daughters.'' 
 
 The pair smiled at each other. 
 `` Okay,'' said John, `` which one?'' 
 
 The doctor stopped shuffling, then looked John straight in the eye. 
 `` Both of them.'' 

