Jackie & Wilson: A Hozier Pregnancy Story

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As the weeks passed and Y/N's belly grew rounder, the reality of their impending parenthood began to sink in. The house buzzed with a different kind of energy—one of preparation and anticipation. Y/N found herself drawn to the nursery more and more, her nesting instincts kicking into high gear as the days to the twins' arrival drew closer.

The nursery was a serene, light-filled room with soft pastel walls and delicate curtains that fluttered in the breeze from the open window. Y/N had chosen a theme that was both cozy and whimsical, with gentle shades of cream, soft blues, and blush pinks. A mural of a sleepy moon and stars adorned one wall, and two tiny cribs stood side by side, waiting for the little ones.

Y/N stood in the center of the room, hands resting on her belly, her heart swelling with emotion as she looked around. Everything was almost ready—almost perfect—but there was still so much to do. She moved over to one of the cribs, running her hand over the soft blankets, imagining what it would be like to lay her babies down in them.

Andrew appeared in the doorway, watching her with a tender smile. "Caught you in here again," he teased gently, walking over to join her. His hand settled on her lower back, the familiar warmth of his touch grounding her.

"I can't help it," Y/N admitted with a soft laugh, leaning into him. "I just want everything to be perfect for them."

"It will be," he assured her, his voice filled with quiet confidence. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his arm wrapping around her as they stood together, taking in the room that would soon be filled with the sounds of their children.

They spent the next few days in a flurry of activity, preparing every detail with care and love. Y/N carefully folded tiny clothes, arranging them in the drawers while Andrew assembled furniture and hung up art on the walls. They worked side by side, pausing every now and then to share a laugh or steal a kiss, their bond growing even stronger with each moment.

One afternoon, Y/N found herself sorting through a box of baby clothes, her heart melting at the sight of the tiny onesies and soft little socks. She held up a pair of booties, marveling at how small they were, imagining her babies' tiny feet filling them.

Andrew walked in, carrying a box of books and toys he'd brought up from the living room. He set it down and smiled when he saw her holding the booties. "It's hard to believe they're going to be that small, isn't it?" he said, his voice filled with awe.

Y/N nodded, her eyes misting with tears. "It feels like a dream sometimes," she admitted, her voice soft. "I just can't wait to meet them, to hold them and love them."

Andrew knelt beside her, taking her hand in his. "We're so close now," he said, his eyes filled with love and reassurance. "They're going to be here before we know it, and we're going to give them all the love in the world."

They continued their preparations, their excitement building with each passing day. They set up a cozy corner with a rocking chair where Y/N imagined she would spend countless hours soothing the twins to sleep, and filled the shelves with books they couldn't wait to read to them.

One evening, as they finished arranging the last few details in the nursery, Y/N stepped back to admire their work. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, and she felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her. Everything was ready.

Andrew wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as they both looked around the room. "It's perfect," he whispered, his voice full of emotion. "Just like you."

Y/N leaned back against him, her heart full to bursting. "I couldn't have done it without you," she replied, turning her head to kiss him softly.

They stood there in the quiet of the nursery, the anticipation and love between them palpable. The room felt warm and alive, filled with the promise of the family they were about to become.

As Y/N gently swayed in Andrew's arms, she felt the twins move inside her, a reminder that they were close—so close—to meeting their little ones. The thought filled her with a sense of overwhelming joy and excitement, knowing that soon, their lives would b