As the days of my pregnancy pass, the growing life within me becomes the sole source of my solace.Yet, no matter how much I try to focus on the baby’s arrival, the void left by Steve’s absence remains a constant ache. The baby becomes my reason to live, but the longing for the man I love remains. I need him on this journey of my life.When I see other couples, I miss him even more. I wish I had realised his importance in my life earlier.As I settle my life with Elsa in London, I gradually lose interest in making vlogs. It feels like the excitement that fueled my creativity has faded.The three months of our contract marriage haven’t just changed me; I find myself feeling dependent on Steve. Yes, it surprises me too. In the past, I teased Steve, urging him to join my vlogs, lives, and pictures just to annoy him. However, somewhere along the way, his presence became so crucial to me that I wanted to include him in my social media whenever possible. I enjoyed it when someone commented
Steve’s P.O.V.In the hospital, I pace outside the labour room, my heart pounding in sync with the ticking clock on the wall. I’m anxious and excited both as I await news about Grace and our unborn child.I still can’t believe I’m going to become a father in a few minutes. This feeling is driving me insane.After what feels like an eternity, the door springs open, and two nurses emerge, each cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in a blanket. My brows narrow in confusion.What the fuck? Two babies? Am I dreaming? I rub my eyes and blink, trying to process the unexpected news.My eyes widen in shock as one of the nurses informs me that Grace has given birth to twins—a girl and a boy.Oh, God! The truth is beyond my imagination that I became the father of not just one baby; I became the father of twins.What is happening in my life? Shock after shock.I can't even put into words how amazed and overjoyed I am.“Twins?” I stammer, my voice barely audible.As a nurse nods and extends one baby to
I wake up in the hospital bed, shouting, “My babies…”Relief washes over me as my eyes fall on my little twins sleeping peacefully in a crib kept beside the bed.As I let out a deep breath, my eyes instinctively scan the room for Steve. He’s there, leaning against the door, arms crossed, and his intense gaze fixed on mine. I can see numerous questions and emotions in his eyes, but above all, I sense hurt mixed with anger.My eyes fill with tears as I realise I may have hurt him again, whether knowingly or unknowingly.I know I deserve punishment; I know I’m at fault, and I know I deserve his anger. But I don’t deserve to be separated from my babies. I just don’t. I’m their mother, and the mere thought of being separated from them is unbearable.Parting my lips, I try to beg him not to take my babies away, but words fail to form as emotions overwhelm me.I take a deep breath, our eyes still locked.“Steve, please don’t take my baby—” My sentence remains unfinished as tears cascade down
Grace’s P.O.V. Elsa enters the hospital room with excitement shining in her eyes, holding a huge bouquet in her hand. As she sees me, she rushes towards me. “Congratulations, new mama.” She envelops me in a tight hug, causing me to wince slightly from the pain. Before I can speak, Steve’s voice interrupts. “She’s weak. Please don’t hug her like that. It must be painful for her.” Elsa steps back, glancing at Steve on the couch, his expression filled with concern, and my heart races as I hear his caring words. I look at him with affectionate eyes, and he returns my gaze with a soft, concerned look. Our eye contact is interrupted when Elsa interjects, “I’m sorry, babes. I was so excited, I didn’t realise.” I can see the guilt in her eyes. I reassure her, “It’s okay. I’m fine.” “Steve, this is my friend, Elsa.” I make the introduction. “Hi, Elsa. Nice to meet you,” Steve greets politely, giving her a faint smile before excusing himself, leaving us alone. “Damn, Grace, this man is
Steve’s P.O.V.As I come outside to convince my father to give Grace a second chance, I see him seated on the sofa, glaring straight.I settle down beside him.“Dad, I know your anger is justified. Keep Grace aside and think about your grandchildren. They deserve to live with their mother. It’s not right to separate them from her.” As I explain to him, he stares at me, his face etched with anger.“I’m thinking about my grandchildren only, Steve. If they stay with that woman, they’ll become like her. Why don’t you understand, Steve, she’ll have a bad influence on them?” I lower my gaze, hearing all this. It really hurts me to see my father angry at Grace because I love her. Although l can’t forgive her, I can’t see her in pain and let anybody berate her. But what dad is thinking, I can totally understand from where he is coming from. So, I must handle this situation with care.I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convince him. “Dad, I believe people can change. Grace
The car pulls into the driveway of our New York mansion, and as the driver opens the door, I step out and take Evan in my arms from his cot.As Grace and Giana emerge from the car, my gaze turns towards them and my eyes soften, feeling immense contentment with her and our babies’ presence.When I left the house for the meeting a few days ago, I wasn’t at peace. All I wanted was Grace. I just longed for her presence. Little did I know that when I returned, I would not only have Grace with me but also these two adorable munchkins who fill me with immense strength and love just by being there.“Let’s go,” I say, giving a small smile to Grace as I notice her staring at me and then at the mansion, looking a little nervous. She nods, and we move towards the entrance.The house is decorated with balloons and banners. It’s as if the entire mansion is prepared for a celebration.We walk to the main entrance, cradling the twins. The door opens, and Dad gives a stern look to Grace before looking
The next morning, as I wake up, I find Steve getting ready for the office. I check on the babies. They both are sleeping peacefully in the crib.I can’t believe it’s been over a week since the twins came into the world. It feels like they were born just yesterday! And it’s incredible how Steve, my ex-husband, stands by me every day.“Good morning, mommy,” he wishes to me, a warm smile gracing his lips, as I step down from the bed.“Good morning, Daddy,” I respond to him in a cheerful tone.It feels unreal that we’re living together again, not as a couple, but it still feels so good. Just his mere presence is enough to brighten my day. I really don’t want a life where he’s with me. Those eight months without him were miserable, and it was all my fault for hiding my pregnancy. I feel like such an idiot for doing that.“Anyway, I’ve hired a nanny for the twins. She’ll help you in my absence,” he informs me, adjusting his tie.“Steve, you didn’t have to do that. I can take care of them. O
Steve and I enter the room where Olivia has been taking care of our little twins.Steve’s eyes light up as he approaches the crib where Giana and Evan lie peacefully. “Hey, my little munchkins. Daddy missed you.” He coos, gently picking them up one by one and kissing their foreheads.A contented smile spread across my face as I stand by, watching him with the twins. The way he holds them, the affection in his eyes—it’s a sight that warms my heart. I never thought that I would ever experience this. But the more I experience this side of him, the more I fall for him.“Olivia, you can go to the guest room. When we need any help, we’ll give you a call.” As Steve orders her, she leaves after nodding.He embraces Giana closer to his heart with a contented smile on his face. “Princess, you have no idea how much Daddy missed these cuddles.”As he spends time with Giana and Evan, I receive a message on my phone.It’s from Elsa.Elsa: Hello, babes. What’s going on?I sit on the sofa, typing.Me