The soft hum of the morning filled the air, blending with the distant chirping of birds outside. Sunlight poured through the windows of our home, warming the living room with a gentle glow. After our visit to the doctor the day before, everything felt calmer, more precious—a quiet reminder of the life we were building together.
Ai sat across from me at the small dining table, her hands gently cradling the ultrasound printout that she had insisted on leaving in the living room for us to admire. Her gaze softened as she stared at it, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.
"You're going to wear that picture out if you keep staring at it like that," I teased, breaking the quiet.
Ai looked up, her cheeks tinged with a soft blush. "It's not my fault! I can't stop looking at them." She held the printout up, showing me the blurry image of our twins. "They're so small… I just can't believe they're ours."
