–Livana–
It's been days since I confessed to my husband. He looks happier now—lighter, as if the weight he's carried for years has finally softened. I've watched him these past few days; he's been devoted to our baby, tending to him with patience that both humbles and warms me.
This morning, he's standing in the garden, letting the sunlight grace our little boy's delicate skin. The twins, now over six months old, are nestled comfortably in his arms—each held effortlessly as though they weigh nothing at all.
"Wow," Laura sighed beside me, eyes sparkling as she admired her husband. "My husband just flexed those muscles while carrying our twins. He lifted them like they were feathers."
I turned to her with a smirk. "Have you been sleeping with your husband again?"
"Yeah," she grinned mischievously. "It's perfect. Takes all the stress out of me."
"Huh?" I tilted my head, amused.
