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SerenaStanding face-to-face, Conall takes my hands in his, ready to speak his vows.“Serena, I never imagined I would be here with you like this, but I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I know this isn’t what we originally planned when we decided to get married, but I am okay with that because the only thing that matters to me is marrying you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together and to meet our little one when they arrive. I love you more than words can ever say, and you becoming my wife will make me the happiest man in the world.”Tears brim in my eyes and finally roll down my cheeks at his words. I try to keep it together because it is my turn to speak. He slips the wedding band onto my fingers. I take a deep breath before I start.“Conall, I know our relationship hasn’t always been smooth, but I believe those challenges made us stronger. I love you more than I ever thought possible. You’ve become my everything, and I’m ready to spend my life with you. I look forw

SerenaConall and I leave the hospital in silence and in shock after our twenty-week scan. We head to the car, climb in, and remain silent, staring out the window.“Twins.” Conall finally says, breaking the silence.“Yes, twins.”To say we were shocked was an understatement. We were planning for one, having no idea there was a second one too. It was hiding behind it, brother. We are having two boys, it would seem.“Do you have twins in your family?”I shake my head. “No, not that I know of, but that doesn’t matter. When it comes to twins, it doesn’t always need to run in the family, especially if they are identical.”He nods and stares out of the window. Neither of us was expecting this. I am surprised it wasn’t picked up before now, but it can happen, especially if one is hiding. This is crazy! Two babies! Not one, but two!“How are you feeling about this?”“Honestly, I am still processing. We were preparing for one, not two. That will need to change now. How are you feeling about it

SerenaMy due date is coming up quickly, and I wish it would hurry because I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’ve been confined to bed for the past week on the doctor's orders. They’re considering admitting me next week if my condition doesn’t improve. I’d prefer to wait, but I trust they know what’s best for our little ones and me. Who am I to argue? I’m not only feeling physically unwell but also mentally drained. I hate feeling this way. I should be happy and preparing for our sons, not down. My body is under a lot of stress, but all I want is to be celebrating. I carefully sit up, unsure of what to do next. Conall is painting the nursery today, but I don’t want to intrude. I wish I could assist, but I lack the energy. Standing too long makes me dizzy. It’s frustrating! I was so looking forward to working on our boys’ room. We still haven’t chosen names for them. The bedroom door opens, and I expect Conall to walk in, but it isn’t him.“Hey, sweetie. Would you like some company?”“