And somehow, that healed a part of me I didn’t even realize was broken.
Months passed.
My pregnancy progressed beautifully.
I focused on my future.
On my baby.
On rebuilding a life that wasn’t dependent on anyone else’s approval.
Then, during an ultrasound appointment, Daniel suddenly went quiet.
My stomach dropped.
“What’s wrong?”
He stared at the screen.
Then smiled.
A huge smile.
“Nothing’s wrong.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
He laughed.
“Because you’re going to need more cribs.”
I blinked.
“What?”
Daniel turned the monitor toward me.
And pointed.
“There.”
Then another.
“And there.”
Then another.
“And there.”
My jaw dropped.
Three heartbeats.
Three tiny babies.
