Rosalee's Point of View
Three months later.
Soft fabric rests against my eyes, filtering out the sunlight and replacing the world with a blanket of darkness. I can feel Jensen's hand wrapped around mine, warm and steady, guiding me as we’re slowly led somewhere. Laughter bubbles ahead of us, voices I recognize, Nyx, Ronan, Marcel, and of course, Piper. She's the main reason I’m here like this, blindfolded and trying not to trip over my own feet.
I can’t help but smile, though I shake my head slightly. I still can’t believe I let Piper talk me into this. A gender reveal party. With decorations. Games. Suspense. All of it.
It’s not exactly my style, I’m usually more of a "quiet moment, peaceful knowing" kind of person, but something about this day, about sharing it with the people I love, feels right. And I have to admit, there’s a spark of excitement fluttering low in my belly. Not just the babies kicking, but this anticipation humming through my whole body.
Two little lives growing in
