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
As we reach downstairs, cradling each baby, photographers rush toward us to capture our photos.We strike poses for them, beaming, our eyes locked on our precious little ones. Bending down, I press a gentle kiss on Giana’s tiny forehead, and like magic, a smile spreads across her face. It’s incredible how much she adores her daddy’s touch! While we’re completely engrossed in Giana’s adorable smile, Evan cries because his mama and daddy are busy with his sister. He needs our attention, maybe. “Don’t cry, my baby.” I calm him down by rubbing his back, and he eventually falls asleep in my arms while the photographers continue to capture the precious moment. All eyes are on us tonight.Grace’s father approaches us, his eyes welling up with tears of joy as he sees his grandchildren for the first time. He takes Evan from my arms, showering him with kisses, and then takes Giana into his arms, doing the same.He turns to Grace with guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Grace, for not supporting yo
Steve’s P.O.V.It’s been a few days since the twins’ welcome party. The dance with Grace that night it’s forever etched in my memory. It was such a blissful moment. And now, it’s been almost three weeks since Grace reentered my life, bringing along our two bundles of joy. With each passing day, I’m trusting Grace more and more. She has truly changed herself. I’m not angry with her anymore. Actually, when I reflect on our past, I have realised that it wasn’t entirely her fault for not telling me about her pregnancy. I never made her feel like I truly cared for her, and I never made an effort to truly understand her on a deeper level.So, as much as she was at fault, I was at fault as well. Somewhere, I feel I was more at fault because when she left me, during our separation, I used to claim that I loved her, that I would be there for her, and that I just wanted to meet her. But when I met her, what did I do? I blamed her.It was so foolish of me that instead of engulfing her in my arm
I return to the earth as twins squirm in my arms, trying to catch my attention. Their innocent smile distracts me from the guilt I’m going through. “I’m sorry, little ones that I misjudged your mommy. Will you both help me understand her better?” I whisper to the twins, feeling remorse for hurting my love. As if responding to me, the twins giggle and lift their hands to touch my face. Their touch gives me a comforting warmth.I also feel a bit relieved because the changed version of Grace wasn't just my imagination. She has truly changed. She wasn’t deceiving me for her purposes. My love story will get a happy ending, I’m certain now.I decide to talk with Grace, understanding that there might be more to the story than I initially understood. As I enter our room, I find her sitting alone on the sofa, her eyes filled with pain, fixed on the floor. Whenever I see her upset, it shatters my heart. But now it hurts me even more because I’m the reason for her pain.Damn it, Steve. Just s
After finally putting the twins to sleep in the crib, we let out a sigh of relief as we settle on the edge of the bed. Today, they were showing unlimited tantrums, which left us exhausted.But as we sit there, side by side and our lips curved into a smile of contentment, we reflect on the journey that brought us here. We reminisce about the past, our contract marriage, our quarrels, the mistakes we made, the misunderstandings that tore us apart, and the pain of being apart from each other. However now, with our beautiful twins, we realise that everything we went through was worth it.As we hold each other's hands and gaze into each other’s eyes, we make a promise to never let anything come between us again. We silently vow to cherish and support each other and to never let our doubts drive us apart again.“Thank you for giving me another chance.” Grace rests her head on my shoulder and continues, “When a few days back you shouted at me, I thought I lost you and our family would neve
As I feed Evan, Giana’s cries fill the room.I reassure her with a gentle smile, “Don’t worry, my sweet princess. Mommy will be with you in just a moment.”However, her cries become louder, and as I place Evan beside me to pick up Giana, he also begins crying.I grumble, “Here you both are crying and look how peacefully your daddy is sleeping.”“Wake up, husband.” As I shout, shaking Steve, they both stop crying for a second to cry even louder.He stirs from his beauty slumber, blinking his eyes open in confusion.“Wake up, husband,” I repeat, giving him a gentle shake.As he fully wakes up and sees our wailing babies, a look of mild panic crosses his face.“What’s happening?” He asks, still half-asleep, rubbing off his eyes.He looks so adorable. Stop admiring your husband and focus on your babies. They are crying. I chide myself.“Both of them decided to have a crying concert, and you were the only one not participating.” I tease, trying to lighten the mood despite the chaos.If I w
Steve’s P.O.V.As Grace bathes Evan in the bathroom, I spend quality time with my little princess.I sit cradling her in my arms, speaking to her in a soft tone, and she gazes at me with a constant, adorable smile on her face. The way she loses herself while looking into my eyes is an indescribable feeling, unlike anything else in the world.“You know, you’re so beautiful. Your tiny blue eyes, I love the most.” I take her hand in mine and kiss all over it. “And your little hands are so soft that Daddy wants to kiss them all the time. I want to eat you up!” I hold her out in front of me and give her a kiss on the nose, and she sucks on my cheek, making me laugh.After a few minutes, Grace emerges from the bathroom, holding little Evan in a bathrobe with his name embroidered on it.“It’s your turn to take a bath, little princess.” She gives Evan to me and takes Giana from me.She heads to give Giana a bath, leaving me with Evan. As I carefully cradle him in my arms, I talk to him, my he
I lift Grace in my arms and carry her to the bed on the terrace, adorned with rose petals. She encircles her arms around my neck, and her eyes sparkle with amazement as she looks at the arrangement.“Wow! Little did I know, my husband has a romantic side as well. I thought he just knew how to give lectures.” She exclaims, chuckling.I gently lay her down on the bed, smiling. “You don’t need lectures now, baby. What you need is love.” I lean in and capture her lips in a tender kiss.A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she meets my gaze. “Right now, I just need a good fuck.” She teases, winking at me as I cuddle her.I pull her close, laughing and relishing the feeling of her in my arms. She can never change in certain aspects, and honestly, I wouldn’t want her to.“Of course, you’ll get that, but before that, let me make you wear something even more special.” As I reach into my pocket and pull out a small velvet box, Grace’s eyes widen with curiosity.“What’s more, Steve?”“Just