Mag-log inAlessandraThe sun was streaming through the windows, warm and golden, illuminating the chaos of a living room. Matteo and Isabella were crawling around on a soft blanket, giggling and squealing as they discovered toes, fingers, and the occasional rogue toy.Kian was on the floor with them, strategically holding one while gently redirecting the other from a precarious stack of books. His eyes were wide with awe and slight panic, but mostly love. “…No, Matteo, the books are not edible,” he whispered, and Matteo promptly grabbed a corner and chomped anyway.I laughed, sitting cross-legged with Isabella on my lap, brushing back her wispy hair. “…He’s going to get his hands on everything, you know.”“…I know,” Kian muttered, eyes still on Matteo. “… I just can’t… I can’t let anything happen to them. They’re mine. All mine.”I smiled, shaking my head. “…Papa Bear never quits, huh?”He looked up at me, smiling softly, and kissed my temple. “…Never. But… I’m happy. Completely. And I love thi
Alessandra I pressed a hand to my chest, holding Isabella and glancing at Matteo. “…I know. I’ve never felt more loved or more supported. And seeing Kian with them… it’s… overwhelming.”Kian glanced over at me, exhaustion and pride written across his face. “…They’re perfect. Both of them. And you… you’re incredible.”I smiled, tears brimming. “…We did this together. All of us. Family.”And for the rest of the day, the house was alive with laughter, baby coos, soft chatter, and endless love. Matteo and Isabella were held, kissed, and adored non-stop. Kian hovered, obsessively protective but slowly learning to trust us, while I finally allowed myself to relax, knowing that with this family, and this love surrounding us, we were going to survive and thrive as a family of four… soon to be more.I never imagined parenthood would be like this. Sleep-deprived? Check. Diaper explosions? Check. Kian hovering like a full-time security detail? Double-check. And somehow… it was all hilarious.Th
Alessandra I thought I was prepared. I really did. After all the planning, all the baby-proofing, and all the advice from Nonna, Serena, Aunt Sofia, Aunt Vittoria, Aunt Valentina, Mathew, and Tattia, I believed the first night alone with the twins would be… manageable.It wasn’t.Kian and I were in the nursery, the twins in their cribs, sleeping, or so we hoped. Matteo’s chest rose and fell in a peaceful rhythm. Isabella… well, she was quiet, but somehow I could feel she was plotting her next move.“…Okay,” I whispered, glancing at Kian. “… We got this, right?”Kian was crouched next to Matteo’s crib, inspecting the blanket. “…We have to get this right. Safety first. Temperature perfect. Crib rails secure. Blankets snug but not too snug…”I sighed, brushing my hair back. “…Kian, they’re asleep. You don’t need to over-analyze every breath they take.”“I do,” he said firmly. “… You saw what happened last night. That little flutter? That could’ve been… anything. We can’t risk anything.”
Kian glanced at me, a soft smile on his face, and whispered, “… We did it, love. Matteo and Isabella… They’re finally here.”I nodded, brushing a strand of hair from my face, tears spilling freely again. “…They are. And we’re lucky. So lucky.”Nonna patted my arm gently. “…You did beautifully, Alessandra. All of you. Strong. Perfect. I am proud.”I held both twins close, inhaling their tiny, miraculous scent, and whispered softly, “… Welcome to the family, Matteo. Isabella. You’re going to be so loved.”Kian kissed my temple, still holding both of us together. “…The family just got a little bigger. And a lot happier.”Everyone laughed, hugged, cried, and celebrated. And I realized… this is what it’s all been for. All the fear, the pain, the waiting. It was all worth this moment. Watching Kian, holding our twins, surrounded by love and family… I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect.Matteo stirred in my arms, tiny fists waving, and Isabella yawned, curling closer to me. Kian pressed
AlessandraKian’s grip on my hand tightened. “…I know, love. I know. You’re doing perfectly. Just one more… push…”And then, finally, with a scream and a final, excruciating effort, the first tiny human emerged. A boy. I cried the instant I heard him cry, my body shaking, adrenaline and relief flooding me all at once.Kian’s eyes were wide with awe and panic, tears streaming down his face. “…He’s… he’s here… our son…”The nurse placed him gently on my chest. His tiny fingers curled around mine instinctively, and I felt something in me shift, a love so fierce it was almost painful. “Hello, my little love,” I whispered, my tears soaking his tiny shoulders.Kian leaned down, kissing my temple, his forehead against mine. “…You did it. You did it. He’s perfect. Both of you…”I barely had time to catch my breath before the second contraction hit. Stronger and more urgent, and I knew it was for the second baby. A girl. I cried out again, shaking and screaming, and Kian’s hand never left mine
Alessandra “Absolutely,” he admitted. “… And I’ll enjoy every second of it. Even the chaos.”I pressed a hand to my bump, feeling two distinct kicks at the same time. “…See? They’re fine. They’re kicking. Happy.”Kian’s eyes softened, a little tear threatening. “…I know. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.”I smiled, brushing my thumb across his hand. “…It’s okay. I like that you care this much. It’s… comforting, in a weird, overprotective way.”He laughed softly, holding me close again. “…We’re a team. Me, you, and them. Nothing else matters.”And in that moment, surrounded by love, worry, and two tiny humans kicking gently inside me, I realized… Even small scares, even overwhelming emotions, even panic… it’s all part of the journey.I rested my head against Kian’s chest, letting the world fall away, knowing he would never let anything harm me or the babies. And for now… that was enough.Alessandra Month EightI thought today was going to be peaceful. I really did.The house wa







