Five years later.The gallery was packed for the opening.My biggest exhibition yet.Twenty emerging artists from across Italy.The culmination of everything I’d built.But tonight wasn’t about work.Tonight was about family.“Mama, I’m bored.”Matteo tugged on my dress.Five years old and already master of dramatic sighs.“We’ll leave soon, baby.”“But I want to leave now.”“Five more minutes.”“You said that five minutes ago.”He wasn’t wrong.Giuliana appeared, dragging Aria behind her.“Mama, Aria says we can get gelato if you say yes.”“I said maybe,” Aria corrected. “If Mama agrees.”Nine years old and already negotiating like a lawyer.“Gelato sounds perfect.”“Really?” All three of them lit up.“Really. Let me just say goodbye to a few people.”They scattered immediately.Probably already planning their flavors.Alessandro found me near the back gallery.Still devastatingly handsome in a dark suit.Gray at his temples now, lines around his eyes.But more himself than ever.“Re
Three months had changed everything.The twins were sleeping in longer stretches now.Not through the night, but close enough that I felt almost human again.Matteo had discovered his hands.Spent hours staring at them like they were the most fascinating things in the world.Giuliana had found her voice.Cooing and babbling at anyone who would listen.And Aria had finally adjusted to being a big sister.Most days, anyway.“Mama, Matteo is looking at me!”“That’s because he loves you.”“But he’s staring.”“Babies stare. It’s what they do.”She made a face at him.He smiled.His first real smile, not just gas.“He smiled at me! Papa, did you see? He smiled!”Alessandro looked up from feeding Giuliana.“I saw. You’re his favorite person.”“I’m everyone’s favorite person.”“Modest too,” I murmured.“I heard that, Mama.”The house was finally starting to feel like ours.We’d been in the new place for two months.Unpacking boxes, still figuring out where everything went.But it was home.Li
The house was in chaos.Beautiful, exhausting chaos.Matteo was crying in the nursery.Giuliana had just finished eating and needed to be burped.And Aria was having a meltdown because her favorite shirt was in the wash.“I need that shirt, Mama!”“It’ll be clean tomorrow, sweetheart.”“But I need it today!”“You have ten other shirts that are just as nice.”“They’re not the same!”She stormed off to her room.Six weeks of being a big sister had worn thin on some days.Giuliana spit up down my shoulder.Again.I didn’t even flinch anymore.Spit-up was just part of my wardrobe now.“I’ve got Matteo,” Alessandro called from the nursery.“Can you change him too?”“Already done.”“You’re my favorite person.”“You say that now. Wait until I tell you we’re out of diapers.”“We can’t be out of diapers.”“We’re definitely out of diapers.”I closed my eyes.Six weeks postpartum and I was surviving on three hours of sleep and pure spite.“I’ll order more.”“Already did. They’ll be here in two h
The kitchen was quiet at four in the morning.Too quiet.I couldn’t sleep, so I’d given up trying.The babies had been restless all night.Moving constantly, pressing against my ribs, making it impossible to find a comfortable position.Now I stood at the counter, trying to decide if I wanted tea or toast or just to cry from exhaustion.Eight and a half months pregnant felt like an eternity and also not enough time.Not ready for this.Not ready for two babies.Not ready for any of it.I reached for the kettle.That’s when it happened.A sensation like something breaking inside me.Then warmth running down my legs.“No.”I looked down.Water pooled on the kitchen floor.“No, no, no. Not yet. It’s too early.”Another sensation.Different this time.Tightening across my belly.Sharp and insistent.A contraction.“Alessandro!”My voice came out strangled.The contraction intensified.I grabbed the counter, trying to breathe through it.“Alessandro!”Footsteps thundered down the hall.He
The paint samples were driving me insane.“What’s the difference between Cloud White and Swiss Coffee?” I asked for the third time.Alessandro held them up to the nursery wall.“One is more… white?”“That’s helpful.”“They look the same to me, amore.”“They’re not the same. One has warm undertones, the other is cool.”“Then pick the warm one.”“But what if the cool one looks better with the furniture?”He set down the samples and pulled me against him.Carefully, because my belly was now officially in the way of everything.“The babies won’t care what color the walls are.”“I care.”“I know you do. But you’re overthinking this.”“I’m not—”“Victoria. We’ve been staring at paint samples for an hour.”He wasn’t wrong.Five months pregnant with twins meant my brain simultaneously wanted everything perfect and couldn’t make a single decision.The hormones were making me crazy.“Mama, I like this one!”Aria held up a sample that was definitely more yellow than white.“That’s Butter Cream,
The waiting room was too cold.I pulled my cardigan tighter, watching Alessandro pace near the window.“You’re making me nervous.”“I’m not nervous.”“You’ve checked your watch three times in two minutes.”He sat down beside me, taking my hand.“I just want everything to be okay.”“It will be. This is routine.”“I know.”But his grip on my hand said otherwise.This was our first official appointment.The one where we’d hear the heartbeat.See our baby on the screen.Make it real in a way that the positive tests hadn’t quite managed.“Mrs. De Luca?”The nurse smiled from the doorway.“Dr. Romano is ready for you.”The examination room was warmer, at least.Soft lighting, comfortable chairs, pictures of babies on the walls.Dr. Romano was exactly what I’d hoped for.Kind eyes, gentle manner, and the confidence that came from decades of experience.“So, first baby together?” she asked, reviewing my chart.“Second,” Alessandro said. “We have a daughter.”“Wonderful. And how are you feelin