《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
A love returned in full; an act of loving the ones who love you
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It's been a few days since the boys were born on October 5th, and Aideen has been relentless in working out to shed the baby weight. I've told her over and over that it doesn't matter to me, that she's beautiful no matter what. But she insists she's doing it for herself, and I respect that. Still, I worry—she's pushing herself too hard, juggling work, the twins, and everything else. But that's Aideen. Strong-willed and determined.
Tonight, though, exhaustion clings to us both. The boys' cries pierce through the quiet house, and Aideen stirs beside me, groaning as she tries to get up. I gently push her back down into the bed. "I've got it," I whisper, brushing a kiss against her cheek as she gratefully sinks back into sleep.
Downstairs, Bruce greets me with a wagging tail, his loyal presence somehow comforting in the stillness of the early morning. "Morning, buddy," I mutter, glancing at the clock. 2 AM. I prep the bottles, yawning as I wait for the milk to warm up. Bruce watches me with his usual quiet vigilance, and I can't help but smile. He's been so good with the boys, a gentle giant who stands guard over them like they're his own.
When the bottles are ready, I head back upstairs, Bruce trailing behind. The boys' cries soften as I enter their room. "Mommy's sleeping," I murmur as I cradle them in my arms. "Daddy's here." They latch onto the bottles, and I sit in the rocking chair, gently swaying as I hum the lullaby I've sung to Aideen countless times.
As they start to drift off, Bruce suddenly perks up, tail wagging as he scampers down the hall. A moment later, Aideen appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame, her hair tousled from sleep. "You should be resting," I say, a tired smile tugging at my lips.
"So should you," she teases softly, her voice warm but laced with exhaustion.
"They're definitely Daddy's boys," I whisper as I continue to rock them, my heart swelling with a quiet pride. Watching her there, framed in the dim light of the hallway, I feel a surge of love so strong it nearly knocks the breath out of me. She's given me everything—these boys, this life, this sense of purpose I never thought I'd have.
She walks over, joining me as we sing the lullaby together, our voices low and tender. When the boys are finally asleep, we gently lay them down in their cribs. Aideen moves to leave the room quietly, but I catch up to her, unable to resist pulling her close.
"Harrison!" she gasps as I playfully grab her from behind. She twists in my arms, giggling softly. "What are you doing?"
"Birthday boy gets a present, doesn't he?" I grin, my breath warm against her neck.
