The room was quiet, save for the faint rustle of the curtains as a soft breeze wafted in. The sunlight had shifted, bathing the living room in a gentle glow. Ai and I sat together on the couch, her head resting on my shoulder and her hand resting on her stomach, where our twins quietly grew. Her warmth pressed into me, grounding me in this moment of peace.
I glanced down at her, her serene expression making my heart ache with affection. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder, catching the light in a way that made her look ethereal. I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft hum of contentment.
"Ai," I began softly, and she tilted her head up, her eyes meeting mine, curious and calm. "In just a year, we'll finally get married."
Her lips curved into a small smile, her eyes lighting up with warmth.
"And?" she prompted, sensing I had more to say.
