Semua Bab ENEMIES TO LOVERS: Bab 111 - Bab 120

By the next morning, the house still felt dipped in the soft sweetness of last night’s discovery, like the walls themselves were holding the secret close. Brielle woke slowly, wrapped in Jaxon’s arms, her hand resting on her stomach instinctively, already protective, already dreaming. She shifted slightly, and Jaxon stirred beside her with a sleepy hum, brushing his lips against her temple. “Morning, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice low and warm. She smiled into the pillow. “Morning.” He tightened his arm around her waist. “How are my girls?” Then paused. “Or… boys. Or one of each.” He lifted his head. “Actually how are you?” “I’m good.” She brushed her nose against his. “Really good.” His eyes softened with a tenderness that still melted her every time. “I still can’t believe it. Another baby.” She blushed at his quiet awe. “I know.” “And today,” he said, shifting onto his side to fully face her, “we get to tell the twins.” Just hearing that made her heart race, not with

The drive to Brielle’s mom’s house felt different this time, lighter, brighter, full of a quiet excitement that buzzed through the car like warm electricity. Jaxon kept glancing at Brielle, unable to hide the soft smile tugging at his lips, while their five-year-old twins, Emma and Mason, chattered in the back seat about everything except the big news they were about to help reveal. “Do we get to tell Grandma now?” Emma asked, practically bouncing. “You said we can be the ones to say it!” “We will,” Brielle promised, looking at her daughter through the rearview mirror. “But we need to wait until everyone’s inside, okay?” Mason crossed his arms. “I wanna say it first. I’m the oldest by four minutes.” Jaxon laughed. “Four minutes doesn’t make you a grown man, buddy.” “Yes it does,” Mason argued. “No, it means you get to help,” Brielle said sweetly. Mason accepted this with a proud nod. As they pulled into the driveway, Brielle felt her nerves flutter, but they weren’t the fearfu

The sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the real estate office as Brielle and Jaxon stepped inside hand-in-hand, their twins trailing beside them with bright, curious eyes. Emma held tightly to her stuffed bunny, while Mason inspected every chair, desk corner, and pen holder like a tiny detective. It still felt surreal. A bigger house. A new chapter. A home meant for two sets of twins. Brielle rested a hand on her small baby bump, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked at her husband. “Do you think we’re really ready for this?” Jaxon tucked a curl behind her ear. “We’re ready for anything as long as we’re doing it together.” Her heart fluttered still after all these years. Their realtor, Miss Talbot, came bustling out with a warm smile. “You two picked a perfect day to see the property. And I have to warn you, it’s better in person than the photos.” “Better?” Jaxon raised a brow. “That’s dangerous. We already loved the photos.” Emma tugged on Brielle’s hand

The first week in the new house felt like a dream, one of those soft, warm ones that seems to stretch out forever, leaving the heart full even after waking. Boxes still sat in half organized towers along the hallway, and the scent of fresh paint lingered in the air. Sunlight streamed through the large windows of the open concept living room, spilling across the new rug where Emma and Mason now five and full of mischief were racing toy cars and making engine sounds loud enough to echo through the entire house. Jaxon stood in the kitchen doorway, watching them with amused exhaustion. “Why does it sound like we adopted two motorcycles?” “Because they are motorcycles,” Brielle called from the kitchen, smiling as she set plates on the island. “Very loud, very energetic motorcycles who had chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.” “That explains everything,” he laughed. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She smelled like van

Brielle rested one hand on her belly as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the soft morning light filtering through the window and settling gently on her reflection. Five months pregnant. She still couldn’t quite believe it, not just the pregnancy itself, but everything that had led here. The life she was living now felt like something she used to daydream about in quiet moments, never quite daring to hope it would come true. Behind her, the house was already awake. She could hear Emma and Mason arguing over which cereal was definitely better, their voices bouncing down the hallway, followed by Jaxon’s gentle attempt at mediation that somehow turned into laughter instead. The sound wrapped around her like a blanket. Safe. Familiar. Home. Today was the day. The gender reveal. She smiled to herself, nerves fluttering low in her stomach, not anxiety, exactly, but excitement so full it felt like it might spill over. “Mommy!” Emma’s voice called. “Daddy said we’re late again!