Gabriel's Obsession

Unforeseen Revelations

Amelia's POV

Impatience gnawed at me, the minutes stretching endlessly as I lay in that hospital bed, waiting. My heart pounded in anticipation, a mixture of excitement and anxiety swirling through me like a storm. And then, as if answering my silent pleas, the door creaked open.

Two nurses entered, each cradling a tiny bundle wrapped in soft, white blankets.

A gasp escaped my lips, my breath catching as I took in the sight before me. My babies. 

Tears blurred my vision as my trembling hands reached out, eager yet fearful, desperate to hold them, to confirm that this moment was real. I barely had time to process before one of the nurses gently placed a tiny, warm bundle into my arms. Then the second followed, my arms now cradling the two most precious beings I had ever known.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Hamilton," one of the nurses said with a gentle smile. "You have two beautiful daughters."

Daughters.

The word echoed in my mind, sinking deep into my soul. My heart swelled, love so fierce it nearly stole my breath away. I peered down at them, my precious miracles, and the moment our skin touched, something inside me shifted.

They were so small, so delicate, yet they carried the weight of my entire world. Their little faces were perfect, soft and round, their eyes peeking open—deep, ocean blue. My breath hitched. Gabriel's eyes.

A weak, tearful laugh escaped me. Of course. Despite carrying them for months, they had borrowed their father's features so effortlessly. Their tiny noses, the shape of their lips, the softness of their dark lashes—each detail an unspoken reminder of him.

"They look just like him," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

The nurse chuckled. "Yes, they certainly favor their father."

I swallowed hard, my joy flickering with a sliver of uncertainty. Gabriel had wanted a son—an heir. A boy to continue the Hamilton legacy. But here I was, holding not one, but two daughters. Would he be disappointed? Would his family?

A lump formed in my throat at the memory of my mother-in-law's reaction the previous night. She had left without a word. Had she known? Had she left because my daughters weren't the heirs she had envisioned?

A shiver ran down my spine.

But as if sensing my turmoil, one of my daughters stirred in my arms, letting out a tiny whimper. The sound jolted me back to the present, back to the warmth of their tiny bodies against mine. Instinct took over, and I cradled her closer, pressing a kiss to her velvety forehead.

"Shh, sweetheart," I soothed. "Mommy's here."

In that moment, everything else faded away.

No expectations. No disappointments. No fear.

Only them.

A fierce, unwavering resolve settled in my chest. These girls were mine. A part of me. A part of Gabriel. If anyone—his family, society, even him—believed they were anything less than a blessing, then they were the ones who were wrong.

I would protect them. Love them. Cherish them.

Their worth wasn't measured by their gender.

They were my heart, my soul, and I would move heaven and earth to ensure they knew that.

The nurses lingered for a moment, ensuring I was comfortable, then excused themselves quietly, leaving me alone with my daughters. The room, once sterile and cold, now felt full—alive.