The soft glow of the television illuminated the cozy living room, casting flickering shadows across the walls. My Ai and my younger sister Natsumi were nestled together on the plush, cream-colored sofa, their attention captured by the romantic drama playing on the screen. It was one of those evenings where the outside world seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of family behind.
Ai, her body gently cradling our growing twins, sat with a pillow supporting her back. Her belly, now a rounded 102 centimeters from its original 26, carried the life we both eagerly awaited. She absentmindedly munched on pickles, a craving that had become her constant companion these past six months, her expression changing with every twist and turn of the drama's plot.
"Onee-chan," Natsumi's soft voice broke the silence, her eyes darting toward Ai.
Ai turned her gaze toward Natsumi, her lips curving into a gentle smile. "Say, Natsumi-chan."
