Sofia's [POV]
After the dinner's over and our friends leave, I shower quickly, then go to the piano room where Ivy's resting on a couch with a book. It's one of her favorite rooms in the mansion, even though she's too big to sit on the bench at the proper distance to play the Bösendorfer Tony custom-ordered for her. It has the most gorgeous tiger lily motif on the side, which is her favorite flower.
"Some Mozart for the babies?" I ask.
"Yes, please." She closes the book.
I play Sonata Facile. Everyone loves it, and I could play it blindfolded.
"That was great," she says when I'm finished. There's a pause. "Sebastian and Katherine are kicking."
"Ooh!" I rush over to the couch and place a hand over her bump.
Sure enough, there are thumps. Little feet punting against my palms.
"Oh my God, they're so precious!" I squeal. "And strong! I can't wait to meet them."
