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He didn't make her happy. Damn it! I wasted so much time! But I'm not gonna waste it now. While watching my 5 years old daughter, playing in our yard, I saw my beautiful wife drinking juice while walking slowly and cautiously towards my direction. I smiled and met her in the middle. I caressed her stomach. Yes! She's pregnant with our second child. Actually, I don't want to get her pregnant again because I had a trauma when she gave birth to Wana, but my cunning wife cheated. She stopped using birth control pills and she said she did that because I obviously want a baby boy.

"Why didn't you tell me? You're pregnant, Amelie. You are six weeks along. And until now, not a single word. I am your husband." I swallowed hard. My heart pounded fiercely in my chest. "Mr. Feldman... everything has an explanation. I swear I... I didn't mean to..." The words broke into sobs. The act was over. I couldn't hide it anymore; I had deceived him, betrayed him... with his own son. Then, he smiled. "I don't like lies, darling. But you are going to give me an heir... or rather, two. The doctor confirmed you are expecting twins. In my family, it's quite common."

She had looked at the scans with the focused attention of someone who wanted to be certain before she spoke. "Mrs. Hayes," she had said—I was still using the name then, for medical records, for the paper trail that needed to remain consistent—"I want to talk to you about what we're seeing here. It's two heartbeats." Twins. I was carrying twins. Two lives that had been quietly existing inside me through every humiliation at Rebecca's dinner table, through every night I had lain beside a man who was in love with someone else, through the morning I had signed my name on divorce papers with a hand I had forced steady through sheer will.

said Aciel casually. Hearing her husband's very annoying answer, Eden was only able to widen her eyes in annoyance and she herself couldn't do much to refuse her husband's wishes. "Oh yeah, if you want a little light, you can give birth to twins at once, so you don't have to get pregnant three more times." Aciel added casually, as if his request was not at all heavy and very easy to do.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“As long as it has two beds, we’ll take whatever you’ve got.” The woman turned around, plucking a set of keys from a nail on the wall. “We have our honeymoon suite left. The couple who reserved it didn't make it because their flight was canceled.” She jingled the keys, her tone turning chipper again. “Lucky for you.” Dread settled in the pit of Sarah’s stomach. She could tell Marcus was reaching the same conclusion she was: honeymoon suites were not famous for having twin beds. He cleared his throat, taking the keys from her hand. “The honeymoon suite has two beds?”

" Well I wouldn't call what he did molestation . Let's just say he did all that he did to me under the influence of drugs. " " OK fine" he said " so back to our babies" "babies ?" " yes, I want twins " " why twins? " " I don't know " he shrugged " I just love them. It will be fun having them as the first children " " well then, I pray we are having twins " she smile happily a him " I love you my spoilt brat " " and I love you more, Mr mechanic" They live happily ever after. To their surprise, they actually welcomed two bouncing babies. A boy and a girl which they named Mubarak and Layla respectively The End ***

It would have saved us all a lot of fucking trouble. “I told you that’s not how it works,” I heard her muffled giggle through the closed window. “You can’t magically turn one baby into two by having more sex.” “We can sure try,” he smirks down at her, kissing her lips before he bends over her belly, kissing all over it. “You want to be twins, don’t you?” “Not how it works,” she repeats. “How about triplets,” he asks, nuzzling her belly button.

“A friend, a cousin, and the mother of my godson.” “Twin daughters,” I corrected gently, a hint of amusement breaking through. “What?!” Christy’s eyes widened in genuine shock. “You already had an ultrasound?” I laughed at her stunned expression, the sound lighter this time. “No, I didn’t. Just hoping they’re twin girls.” “Aww, you want two babies who look just like you?” “Actually, it wasn’t even on my wish list…” My voice trailed off as memories surfaced. “Tarzan dreamed about it. He wanted our first baby to be twins—twin girls, specifically—while we were dating.”

"You trusted us with your life and at times we may have let you down but we will never stop putting you first. We will never stop protecting the only thing that ever brought us joy. Thank you for all of your faith and guidance. And all of the times you smacked some sense into us." "You made us fathers but now we want to ask... Can you please make us husbands? Farren Torrez," Quintez paused. All of them bent down on one knee. The twins started kicking profusely inside my stomach. Made everything clench together. I wanted to pass out. Scream at them to get on with it and make me theirs forever. "Will you marry us?" They asked in unison.