It was the year 1795 June 17th, and Napoleon had gradually assumed most of the responsibilities that once belonged to Ciela. From the meticulous management of their business affairs to the intricate orchestration of their personal lives, Ciela found herself taking a step back to her major role as the company leader.
"Napoleon…really I can still do some work," Ciela said, pleading to Napoleon in his office who was currently engaged in reading business reports.
"Didn't I tell you that I will handle everything?" Napoleon said, looking up to meet her gaze. "This work will simply stress you and I don't want you to be stressed especially when you are carrying our child."
As Napoleon said that, Ciela brushed her hands on her belly, which had grown noticeably with the progress of her pregnancy. Her due date was approaching.
"Say, Napoleon. Do you think we are having twins?" Ciela asked. "My belly looks bigger than usual, and I've been feeling these strange flutters inside me."
