Semua Bab ENEMIES TO LOVERS: Bab 101 - Bab 110

The hospital room was quiet except for the low hum of the air vent and the gentle, rhythmic breathing of Brielle, who lay asleep in the narrow hospital bed. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow, cheeks still flushed with the remnants of labor, eyelashes resting softly against her skin. She had barely stayed awake long enough to hold both babies after delivery—twin miracles she’d carried for months, protected fiercely, loved long before she met them. Now, exhaustion had wrapped around her completely, and she slept deeply, one arm curled instinctively toward her stomach, as if reaching for the place where the babies had lived for so long. Jaxon sat beside her bed, one hand holding hers gently, thumb brushing the back of her knuckles. Every now and then he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her hand or her hairline. His eyes showed a mixture of awe, tenderness, and overwhelming gratitude. He felt like he had lived a lifetime in the last several hours. Across the room, two cle

The house felt different now. Not quieter, never quieter but fuller. Every corner carried a new sound: a soft newborn whimper, the rustle of blankets, the tiny hiccups of two brand-new lives who had no idea that their arrival had rearranged the universe. Brielle eased herself onto the couch, her body still recovering, her mind floating somewhere between bliss and utter exhaustion. She gently rocked baby Emma against her chest while baby Mason slept in the bassinet beside her. Correction: half slept. Every few minutes, his legs kicked like he was running a marathon in his dreams. She smiled. Even half asleep, he was his father’s child. The front door clicked open softly. Jaxon stepped inside, carrying grocery bags and looking as if he’d sprinted through the store and back. “Okay,” he whispered too loudly—“I got the diapers, the wipes, the special wipes, the rash cream your mom said we might need, the bottles with the slow flow nipples, and, oh—snacks.” Brielle laughed quietly.

Emma and Mason were everywhere. Not in the emotional sense though Brielle could swear her heart expanded every time she heard her babies laugh but in the literal sense. Two months ago they could barely lift their little heads, and now? They were crawling like tiny explorers on a mission to investigate every corner of the living room. Jaxon laughed as Mason tried to crawl over his foot. “Buddy, you’re going the wrong way again.” Mason stopped, screeched happily, then immediately turned and crawled even faster in the wrong direction until he bumped into the wall. Emma, meanwhile, was attempting to scale Brielle’s leg like she was a mountain. “Wow,” Brielle muttered, picking Emma up. “No one warned me babies had the energy of caffeinated squirrels.” Jaxon grinned. “They got that from you.” She shot him a playful glare. “If they got their energy from me, they also got their stubbornness from you.” He scooped Mason up and kissed the boy’s chubby cheek. “Then we’re doomed.” They w

The morning sunlight spilled gently through the kitchen windows, warming the wooden floors of the home Jaxon and Brielle had built together, literally built, down to the last cabinet handle and porch beam. Five years had passed since the day they first held Emma and Mason in their arms, and sometimes Brielle still woke up stunned at how much her world had changed. The house was full now full of soft laughter, soft footsteps, and soft chaos. The kind that made her chest warm every day. Today, though, felt especially perfect. Because today was quiet. Too quiet. Brielle paused halfway through pouring coffee, listening. No thudding footsteps. No arguing over cereal. No tiny squeals of “MOMMY HE TOOK MY TOY!” Just… silence. Which, in a house with five year old twins, was cause for immediate alert. She set down the mug. “Jaxon?” He looked up from the stove where he was flipping pancakes, hair sticking up adorably. “Yeah?” “Where are the kids?” A slow smile spread across his li

The backyard looked like a dream, streamers of soft blue, pink, and gold fluttered between the trees while balloons bobbed lazily in the warm breeze. Brielle stood at the patio door for a moment, taking in the sight she and Jaxon had created: a perfectly mismatched celebration filled with everything Emma and Mason adored. A giant bubble station. A craft table covered in glitter jars. A mini obstacle course that Jaxon swore was “safe enough.” And the centerpiece: a huge picnic blanket with a big handmade sign reading Happy 5th Birthday, Emma & Mason! Brielle smiled, her heart swelling. “Five,” she whispered to herself. “How did that happen so fast?” “Because they refuse to stop growing,” Jaxon murmured behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. She melted into him instinctively, her smile widening. “You did all this,” she said softly. “I just made cupcakes.” “Brie,” he murmured against her cheek, “you made cupcakes for fifty people. T