Falling In Love With The Billionaire Twins

The familiar rhythm of the kitchen filled the air as I moved about, preparing fruit and pancakes for Amalia. The scent of cooking wafted through the room, mingling with the laughter and playful sounds coming from the playpen. Amalia had grown so quickly in the past few months from a tiny bundle to an active and curious explorer.

As I glanced over at the playpen, my heart swelled with affection at the sight of Amalia and Spade engaged in their own little world of play. Spade’s wagging tail and Amalia’s delighted giggles created a joyful symphony that resonated in my heart.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

But in the midst of the ordinary, a sudden cramp seized my attention. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, a mix of discomfort and anticipation surging through me. I muttered an exasperated “Shoot!” under my breath, a reaction to the unexpected interruption of my day.

In the span of a few months, my body had transformed from carrying a tiny baby to accommodating a fully grown baby. The reality that I was now nine months pregnant and my baby could decide to make an appearance at any moment was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned against the kitchen counter for support, willing the cramp to subside. Just as I began to regain my composure, a strange sensation rippled through me. Oh no, not now. I felt a warmth against my thigh, and a sense of realization dawned upon me my water had broken.

Panic mingled with excitement as I grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling slightly as I dialed Alex’s number. He had gone out to get groceries, and my timing couldn’t have been more unexpected.

“Hello,” Alex’s voice chirped from the other end of the line, his tone filled with warmth and familiarity.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my voice as I uttered the words that conveyed the urgency of the situation. “My water broke!!”

The words hung in the air for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. From the other end of the line, I could almost hear the shift in Alex’s demeanor as he processed the information.

“What?!” his voice exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and concern.

I couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle, despite the circumstances. “Yes, really,” I replied, my voice carrying a mixture of emotions excitement, apprehension, and a hint of amusement.

There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear the wheels turning in Alex’s mind as he assessed the situation. “Okay, okay. I’m on my way. Just hang in there,” he said, his voice carrying a reassuring tone.

Whoever said that childbirth was easy was definitely lying. As I lay there, my body contorted with pain, I could hardly believe the agony I was enduring. It felt like every fiber of my being was being put to the ultimate test. Ace stood by my side, holding my hand in a firm grip, his eyes filled with encouragement and concern.

“Come on, you’re doing great,” he urged gently, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of the storm. “Just a little more, and our baby will be here.”

Tears streamed down my face, a mixture of pain, exhaustion, and raw emotion. I screamed with each contraction, the intensity of the pain overwhelming my senses. Every fiber of my being screamed in protest, and the thought of continuing seemed impossible.

Ace’s grip on my hand tightened, his presence a lifeline in the darkness of the delivery room. “You’ve got this,” he whispered, his words a mantra that echoed in my mind. “Take a deep breath and push. We’re almost there.”

“Why don’t you push!” I yelled, my voice a mixture of frustration and desperation. The pain seemed relentless, each moment stretching into eternity as I grappled with the ordeal that was unfolding. The room felt like a blur, a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that I struggled to comprehend.

Ace’s expression was a mixture of empathy and determination. “I wish I could,” he replied with a wry smile, his attempt at humor a brief respite from the intensity of the moment.

As the waves of pain surged once again, I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes, summoning every ounce of strength within me. The room seemed to fade away, and all that remained was the raw struggle of bringing our baby into the world.

Ace’s voice broke through the haze, his words urging me on. “You’re a warrior, remember? You can do this.”

And so, with a primal roar, I pushed. The pain was blinding, and my body trembled with the effort. Sweat coated my brow, and my muscles protested against the relentless demand I was placing on them.

In that moment, it felt like an eternity had passed, yet simultaneously, time seemed to blur into one continuous struggle. The room seemed to be filled with an orchestra of emotions the sound of my cries, the soothing reassurances of the medical team, and Ace’s unwavering encouragement.

As the pain reached a crescendo, I felt a surge of energy unlike anything I had ever experienced before. With one final, determined push, the room seemed to hold its breath. And then, in an instant, the pain subsided, replaced by a rush of emotions I could hardly comprehend.

A cry pierced the air, a cry that was both agonizing and beautiful the cry of our newborn baby. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I caught my first glimpse of the tiny, wriggling being that had caused me so much pain.

Ace’s grip on my hand tightened once again, his voice soft and filled with awe. “You did it,” he whispered, his words a testament to the strength and resilience I had summoned.

As the medical team worked swiftly to clean and assess our baby, I lay there, my body still trembling from the ordeal. The pain was a distant memory, replaced by the overwhelming rush of emotions that come with the arrival of new life.

Ace leaned in, placing a tender kiss on my forehead. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my weary soul.

Outside the delivery room, I knew that Alex was waiting, Amalia in his arms. Our family was expanding, and as the cries of our newborn baby filled the room, I felt a sense of completion a sense that all the pain, the tears, and the struggle had led to this precious moment.

It was a girl. I had a baby girl.

“Do you have a name for her?” Ace asked.

“Avery Cher.”