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Jorja's Pov Just when I thought that life couldn't get any better for me and my family, it proves me wrong. Despite being blessed with financial security, a spacious home, and multiple vehicles, nothing compares to the joy of having my wonderful family. Alongside our first child, Soléigh, my wife and I are eagerly anticipating the arrival of twins, which is absolutely astonishing to think about. Ebony is currently in her sixth month of pregnancy, but due to carrying twins, her stomach is heavier, which exacerbates her mood swings, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
No baby shower was held because Ebony and I both agreed that we wanted to prioritize protecting our peace, especially since we are bringing not just one, but two children into the world.
Life was more peaceful this way..
Solèigh was getting older and starting to understand the concept of having new siblings. She eagerly anticipated the arrival of her two soon-to-be siblings. Every chance she got, she would be found nestled under Ebony, attentively listening and feeling the movements of the babies growing inside. of her stomach and was there to experiment the kicks coming from both of the twins. Everything was extremely overwhelming for everyone but in the most greatest way possible. Ebony's pregnancy was extremely healthy so far and we couldn't be anymore grateful for that.
Despite her excitement about the arrival of the twins, Soléigh expressed her concern that Ebong and I might forget about her. We reassured her that even though taking care of newborn twins would require a lot of attention and work, she would always be a top priority and we would love her just as much as we would love her new siblings.
"Where are the pickles, Jorja? We literally just bought them yesterday!" Ebony's voice echoed, followed by the sharp clatter of a cabinet door shutting close. I jerked my head up, a furrow forming between my brows at the abrupt noise resonating throughout the house. Rising from the sofa, I made my way to the kitchen where I found Ebony, irritation etched on her features, draped in an oversized tee and bunny slippers.
"They're inside of the refrigerator, Ebony. And what do you need pickles for? You don't even like them," I murmured, walking towards the refrigerator and extracting the jar of pickles. A wide grin illuminated Ebony's expression as she wobbled towards me, holding the base of her abdomen with one hand while she grabbed the jar from my grasp with the other.
"I'm craving for them with brown sugar!" Ebony declared, causing me to shake my head in disbelief. I watched as she fetched the brown sugar from the cabinet and sprinkled it on the pickles, making my face twist in reaction to the odd combination. Her pregnancy cravings had been quite unusual, but mustard on pickles was definitely out there.
"I can't believe you're feeding my children this shit," I joked. As I watched her eat, I noticed how she would occasionally caress the bottom of her stomach. With a raised eyebrow, I moved closer and placed my hand gently on her stomach, moving hers away, stroking it in a comforting manner.
"Are you in pain?" I asked softly, reaching for the bowl of pickles and helping her back to the couch. I carefully lowered her onto the cushions before handing her the bowl again. I took a seat on the couch next to her, unpausing the movie.
Ebony leaned into me, her head finding comfort on my shoulder as she continued to munch on her snack. "Not really, my abdomen just feels incredibly heavy. It's somewhat uncomfortable," she said with a gentle sigh. In response, I pouted and persisted in my soothing strokes, hoping to provide her with a bit of relief. Despite the discomfort, she remained engrossed in the movie, methodically eating her snack.
Watching her, I felt a surge of affection and lightly pressed my lips to her cheek in a soft peck. Then, I reached for the blanket I had knitted—a special creation that bore our names, Ebony, Solèigh, and mine, in an intricate design—and spread it over us, seeking to envelop us both in its comforting embrace as Ebony preferred keeping the house cold.
"You're going to be such a great mother," I said suddenly, catching Ebony off guard. She turned her head towards me, her eyes glistening with surprise. "Solèigh tells you every day, but I want you to hear it from me." As my words sank in, I couldn't help but giggle at the shocked expression on her face. Ebony blinked rapidly, trying to hold back tears, and I reached out to gently wipe her eyes before any more tears could fall.
"Why do you say things like that so suddenly? I can't tell if you're making me cry or if it's because of my hormones," Ebony said, her voice quivering as she buried her face into the crook of my neck, embarrassment taking over her.
"I just wanted to remind you, that's all."
Ebony nodded, her gaze lifting to meet mine once more. "Thank you. And it's not just me who's going to be an amazing parent because I'm carrying them. You are a part of this too, Jorja," she said, infusing her words with gratitude. I nodded in response, a shy look crossing my face as I considered the shared journey ahead. Ebony then leaned forward, her lips meeting mine in a tender kiss that quickly deepened.
She explored the kiss with passion, her tongue intertwining with mine. I reciprocated, embracing the intensity of the moment, until I gently pulled away with a giggle, feeling her body press against mine.
"Just pregnant and horny," I said with a chuckle, playfully shaking my head. Ebony's expression shifted to an offended frown as she lightly picked my arm, making me hiss.
Quietness settled in the room, only the hum of the TV filling the space, until Solèigh's voice broke through. "Mama!" she called out loudly, causing Ebony to quickly turn toward the sound coming from the back door. I didn't turn at first, knowing Solèigh wasn't calling for me since she had specific names for the both of us—'mom' for me and 'mama' for Ebony. But then, hearing Solèigh's heavy footsteps approaching, I too turned to see what was going on.
"What's wrong, Solèigh? Why are you stomping, and how did you get all this dirt in your hair? I told you to keep that bonnet on," Ebony scolded, carefully shifting to the edge of the couch, bringing Solèigh closer to brush the dirt from her hair and clothing. I couldn't help but shake my head at Solèigh, biting back a chuckle as she cast a glance my way, silently pleading for assistance in her little predicament.
"While I was doing my flips on the grass, I fell the first time, and my bonnet just flew off. But I did it!" Solèigh exclaimed, her face lighting up with excitement. She had recently become a member of a majorette team, something she had passionately begged us to allow. Initially, we hesitated about selecting the appropriate team where we felt at ease leaving her for thrice-weekly practices, each stretching around six hours.
Nevertheless, after much searching, we settled on a team that left us content with her attendance there. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You're going to have to show me later, hm?" Ebony asked, making Solèigh nod confidently.
"Go shower so you can get ready for dinner, and put your bonnet back on," Ebony said sternly, pointing her finger at Solèigh.
"Yes ma'am!"
After that, Solèigh planted a quick kiss on my cheek and then on Ebony's before dashing off upstairs to her room. I rose from the couch, and as I did, Ebony attempted to stand up, prompting me to raise my eyebrow at her. I gently pushed her back down onto the couch and asked, "What are you doing? I'm going to cook dinner," giving her a puzzled look. Ebony scoffed, kicked her legs back over the sofa, and draped the blanket back over herself, settling back into a comfortable position.
