Mackenzie and Miles O'Connor Love Wins In The End

Chapter 1 The Beginning

Mia's POV: I woke up groggy but excited for the day ahead. After stretching, I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the warm water run over me. The heat eased some of the heaviness in my body, and I lingered there for a few minutes before stepping out. I dried off quickly and grabbed a pair of comfortable jeans and a black sweater from the dresser. Once dressed, I ran a brush through my hair and padded down the hall toward the kitchen, the smell of breakfast already drifting through the air.

Brian was standing at the stove, spatula in hand, flipping eggs in a pan. He glanced up when I walked in.
"Hey," I said with a small smile.
"Morning. You smell fresh," he teased with a grin.
I laughed lightly. "Yeah, I just took a shower."

I pulled two plates from the cupboard and set them on the table while Brian finished with the eggs. He carefully divided them up, sliding a serving onto my plate before fixing his own.
"Want any butter on your toast?" he asked.
"Yes, please."

He popped four slices of bread out of the toaster, slathered them with butter, and set two pieces in front of me, keeping the other two for himself. We sat across from each other, eating in comfortable silence, broken only by the clinking of forks and the soft hum of the kitchen. The eggs were fluffy, the toast warm, and for a little while, everything felt perfectly calm.

But when I stood to clear my plate, a sudden sharp pain shot through me. I froze, clutching the edge of the counter. My breath hitched as another cramp tore through me. I hurried to the bathroom, heart racing, but the pain only grew worse. Suddenly, a gush of warm fluid rushed down my legs.

Panic surged through me. "Brian!" I screamed. My voice cracked as I gripped the bathroom doorframe.

He came running, eyes wide, dropping everything. "Mia! What's wrong?"

"My water broke!" I gasped, trembling.

For a moment his face went pale, then he sprang into action, helping me steady myself. The contractions came hard and fast, and time seemed to blur. Hours later, through the pain, the tears, and the sound of rushing footsteps in the hospital room, two tiny cries filled the air.

Mackenzie and Miles were born-perfect, healthy, and so impossibly small in my arms. I looked at Brian, tears streaming down both our faces, and whispered, "They're here."