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“Zoe, are you comfortable? Preston’s voice broke through my thoughts as I sat on the couch, surrounded by
pillows.
I looked up from the book I was pretending to read and smiled. “I’m fine, Preston.”
He stood nearby, holding a tray with a glass of water, some fruit, and a small stack of crackers. “Are you sure? You haven’t moved for an hour Should I get another pillow? Maybe you need-
“Preston,” Linterrupted, laughing softly. “I’m okay. Really.”
He set the tray down on the table in front of me and sat beside me, his hand instinctively resting on my growing
belly.
“I just want to make sure everything is perfect,” he said, his tone softening.
“You’re spoiling me,” I teased, leaning into him.
He smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You deserve it.
Preston had been nothing short of amazing throughout the pregnancy.
From the moment we found out I was expecting, he had thrown himself into the role of doting husband and father–to–be. He attended every doctor’s appointment, asked a million questions, and even read parenting books late into the night
“You know,” I said one evening as he read aloud from What to Expect When You’re Expecting, “you’re goin
know more about this than I do soon.”
He grinned, flipping the page. “Good. That way, I can help you through it.”
I couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again.
Candice was also pregnant, and her due date wasn’t far from mine.
It was almost comical watching Preston and Alestair navigate the chaos together.
“I don’t understand why she suddenly wants pickles and chocolate ice cream at two in the morning,” Alestair groaned one day as we all sat together for lunch.
Preston chuckled. “Just wait. It gets more unpredictable.”
The two of them had grown close in the months since they’d reunited. It was heartwarming to see them bond as brothers, sharing laughs and stories as if they hadn’t spent decades apart
As my belly grew, so did our excitement.
Preston insisted on turning one of the guest rooms into the nursery himself. I watched from a chair in the corner as he painted the walls a soft cream color and assembled cribs with meticulous care
“You don’t have to do everything yourself,” I said, smiling as he stood back to admire his work
“I want to,” he replied, wiping his hands on a rag. “I want them to know from the very beginning how much they’re loved.”
Tears pricked my eyes at his words.
When the day finally came, it was as if time stopped,
The labor was long and exhausting, but Preston never left my side. He held my hand, whispered encouragement. and stayed calm even when I wasn’t
“You’re doing amazing, Zoe,” he said.
And then, after what felt like an eternity, we heard the first cries.
“It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, holding up our son
Moments later, a second cry filled the room.
“And a girl!”
Tears streamed down my face as I held them for the first time. Tiny, perfect, and ours
Preston leaned over, kissing my forehead. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. “Thank you for giving me this.”
The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of sleepless nights and overwhelming joy
We named our son Liam and our daughter Lila From the moment they came into our lives, they became the
center of our world.
Preston was a natural with them, changing diapers, rocking them to sleep, and even singing lullabies in a soft,
off–key voice that made me smile every time.
“You’re good at this,” I said one night as I watched him hold Lila, her tiny hand wrapped around his finger.
He looked up at me, his eyes full of love. “It’s easy when you love them this much.”
As the months passed, Liam and Lila grew quickly, their personalities already beginning to shine.
Liam was curious and adventurous, always reaching for things and babbling with wide–eyed excitement. Lila, on
the other hand, was calm and observant, content to watch the world around her with a quiet wisdom that seemed far
beyond her age.
Preston adored them both, but I could tell he had a soft spot for his daughter.
“She’s going to have me wrapped around her little finger,” he said one day as he held her in his arms,
“She already does,” I teased, watching as Lila giggled at him.
Candice and Alestair welcomed their baby, a boy named Oliver, a few weeks after Liam and Lila were born.
The twins‘ bond only grew stronger as they navigated fatherhood together, and our families spent countles
afternoons together, laughing and watching our children play
“I never thought life could be like this,” Preston said one evening as we sat on the porch, watching the sunset
while the babies slept inside.
“Neither did I,” I admitted, resting my head on his shoulder.
One morning, as I stood in the kitchen preparing breakfast, I felt a wave of nausea hit me.
“Zoe?” Preston’s concerned voice came from behind me as I rushed to the sink.
When I turned around, he was already at my side, his hand on my back. “What’s wrong?”
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I took a deep breath, the realization dawning on me.
my back. “What’s wrong?”
“I think.” I began, my voice trembling. “I think I’m pregnant again.” Preston’s eyes widened, and then a wide grin spread across his face. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice full of excitement.
I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Oh!” He kissed me. “This is really a happy family, Zoe!”
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