Orlin PoV
I smiled as I snuggled my wife from behind, my arms wrapped around her and my hands gently rubbing her now large tummy. Mia was having twins—the non-identical kind. Guess it went to show how fertile I was.
Our little ones were kicking.
She leaned back into me, her warmth and the steady rhythm of her breathing filling me with contentment. "How are you feeling?" I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder.
"A bit tired, but happy," Mia replied, her voice filled with a serene joy. "Our little cubs are growing stronger every day."
I couldn't help but grin at the thought. "I can't wait for them to be born," I said, my voice filled with excitement. "Just imagine, two little ones running around, filling our home with laughter and chaos."
Mia chuckled softly, placing her hands over mine on her belly. "It'll be a handful, that's for sure. But I wouldn't want it any other way."
