The One

Meet the twins

 As the months rolled by, Karol officially moved into the grand mansion, settling into Christian's room alongside Luka, a happy, chaotic blend of love and mischief.

Now in her final trimester, however, Karol found herself thoroughly fed up with the trials of pregnancy. Moving was a precarious affair, and she needed an ever-watchful eye to ensure she didn't topple over, especially when the babies decided to play football against her bladder every time their father was away.

Her body bore the scars of this tumultuous journey, unlike her previous trouble-free pregnancy, which had been a stroll through a sunlit park. Now, she waddled purposefully towards the home office, looking like a woman on a determined mission.

"Let's go, Christian," she commanded, her tone assertive.

"Where to?" Christian asked, bewildered, looking up from a mountain of paperwork as if she had just suggested they embark on a quest.

"To the hospital! Come on!" she shot back, her energy crackling like a live wire.

"Why? Is everything okay? Are the babies okay?" Panic rippled through Christian as Arlo appeared, his concern palpable.

"I'm fine! The babies are fine! I just want them out faster!" Karol insisted, her voice tinged with impatience yet underlined with love.

She sank into the plush depths of the sofa, her hands trembling as they shielded her face from the world. Arlo chuckled softly beside her, the sound warm and reassuring, as he tenderly caressed her round, ripe stomach, playfully pulling her hands away from her face.

"Love, you know our appointment is tomorrow," he reminded her, his voice a blend of gentle teasing and concern.

"I know," she replied, her voice a mix of eagerness and frustration, "I just can't wait to meet the two rascals who like to play football with my bladder soon."

"Okay, but now you need to get some rest, love. Let's go to bed."

Christian coaxed her gently as he helped her struggle to her feet. The night slipped away like a wisp of smoke, fleeting and ephemeral, while Karol marked the slow passage of time, each minute a countdown echoing her yearning for their twins.

With bubbling excitement, Karol shook Christian awake, her smile bright enough to rival the dawn. He blinked sleepily, his eyes slowly opening to meet hers, a radiant grin blossoming on his face.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," she encouraged, her voice a melodic call.

"Morning to you too, love," he mumbled, stretching like a cat in the sunlight.

"Let's go!"

"Let's eat some breakfast, love, before we get hyped later," he replied, chuckling at her excited energy as he rose effortlessly, extending his hand to help his wife, who was labouring against the embrace of gravity. Together they lumbered towards the kitchen, each step a small adventure.

"Morning, you two! Someone seems happy this morning," teased Christian's father, his gaze falling on Karol, who radiated joy.

"I know, Dad, she was the first one to wake up this morning," Christian replied, pride swelling in his chest.

"I can't wait for these rascals to be born," his father beamed.

The morning routine flowed seamlessly, though Karol couldn't help but voice her impatience, longing for the moment she could hold her twins in her arms. Just as her fervent wish seemed to take shape, the night shattered into chaos—her water broke with an urgency that sent shockwaves through her body. Gasping, she struggled to walk towards the mini-hospital stationed in the west wing of the mansion, her cries echoing down the corridor;