All Chapters of Your brother, my husband : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Miranda’s POVI had never woken up with such anticipation in my chest. This wasn’t just a party—it was the night. The kind of night movies are made about. The kind of night that lives in your yearbook, in your scrapbook, in your heart.The whole house knew it too.Naomi was ironing my dress in the living room while humming a Beyoncé ballad.Aunt Leah was on FaceTime with Rachel, planning makeup palettes like they were going to war. Aunt Rachel had already done my nails the night before—subtle, elegant, pink chrome that sparkled when I moved.Every room buzzed like a beauty salon on overdrive.When I stepped into the living room, mum turned and placed a hand on her chest. “Lord have mercy, our baby is grown.”“I’m just going to prom,” I giggled.“You’re going to prom with your boyfriend,” Leah teased. “That’s the part making this spicy.”“I swear if you blush one more time—”“I will throw glitter at you!” Rachel warned, holding an open highlighter palette like a weapon.I laughed so h

Leah’s POVI didn’t know what was happening with my body, but I knew something was off.I wasn’t just tired — I was tired. The kind of tiredness where my limbs felt like jelly and coffee didn’t even work anymore. My appetite was weird too — one second I wanted nothing, the next I was ready to throw hands over the last blueberry muffin in the kitchen.At first, I thought maybe I was stressed. Too many things on my mind — wedding photos we still hadn’t framed, helping Miranda prep for graduation, trying to remember if we ever actually finished watching that documentary series Alex swore we started.But then I did the math, my period was late for more than a week. This tiredness? This light-headed fog? This weird way my bra suddenly felt like medieval armor?That’s when the quiet voice in my head whispered, Take a test.So there I was, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, in my sleep shirt and Alex’s hoodie, staring at the digital screen on a pregnancy test I picked up from CVS the night

Leah’s POVI never thought I’d be the kind of person to cry over a dog food commercial, but here we are.Pregnancy is weird like that.The emotions hit like a wave — strong, sudden, impossible to hold back. One moment I’m feeling totally fine, the next I’m curled up on the couch, sobbing because the baby in a diaper ad smiled at his dad and it reminded me of Alex. And don’t get me started on the craving side of things. One time I wanted a peanut butter and pickle sandwich with whipped cream. I wish I were kidding.At 2:15 a.m. last night, I woke up with an undeniable urge for watermelon. Not optional — it was emergency level. I poked Alex softly, whispering his name.“Hmm?” he mumbled, groggy.“I need watermelon.”He didn’t groan, He didn’t question me. He simply rolled out of bed, pulled on sweatpants over his boxers, shoved his feet into sneakers, and muttered, “Whole Foods closes in 45 minutes. Let’s go.”That's the kind of man he is.The next morning, Alex had barely put his head

Leah’s Pov“Where are my color swatches?!”I tore through the kitchen drawer like a lunatic, tossing out pens, sticky notes, a banana (don’t ask), and what looked like a coupon for ‘One Free Hug’ from Miranda—dated last Christmas.Alex appeared in the doorway, towel around his neck, fresh out of the shower and completely confused. “Are we under attack?”“Yes,” I said. “By the wrong shade of mint green! This nursery isn’t going to paint itself!”He blinked at me. “Is this still about nesting?”“I need everything perfect, notjust okay. Not close enough. PERFECT!”He held up both hands. “Okay, okay. Breathe, baby.”I exhaled like a boiling kettle trying not to scream. “Sorry. I just… there’s this weird energy in me. I need the baby’s room done. Like yesterday.”He walked over, wrapped me in his arms from behind, and pressed his hand to my belly. “Then let’s finish it. We’ll make it perfect, Together.”I turned in his arms and blinked up at him. “Do you know how lucky I am?”“I do,” he sa

Leah's Pov The night was unusually still. No crickets, no city hum, just silence. I sat by the nursery window, one hand resting over my belly, the other scribbling into my journal. Serena's name was written in loopy cursive across the top of the page, and I was describing how perfect the mobile looked, spinning gently above her crib.Then it happened.A slow tightening.Then another.And I knew."Alex," I whispered, nudging him gently. He stirred, groggy but instantly alert when he saw my face. "It’s time."He shot out of bed. "Now? Are you sure?"I nodded, gripping the sheets as the next contraction built like a wave and crashed through me.Everything after that became a blur of movement. Naomi arrived in ten minutes, somehow fully dressed and calm, like she’d been preparing for this moment for weeks. Rachel followed, calling the doctor, calming Miranda who was crying happy tears and packing baby socks that we definitely didn’t need for a hospital delivery.Alex never left my side