life of wenclair with twins

3th child?

**Enid's POV:**

The peaceful rhythm of the evening settled over our dorm room as Ellie and Ethan drifted off to sleep, their soft breathing a soothing lullaby. I stood by Ethan's crib, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each gentle breath, my mind wandering in the quiet moments before sleep claimed me.

Thoughts of the future tugged at my heart, persistent yet delicate, like a whisper of a dream I dared not fully embrace. The idea of a third child lingered on the periphery of my thoughts, a gentle curiosity that grew stronger with each passing day. But uncertainty held me back, a mix of practical concerns and a deep-seated fear of disrupting the delicate balance we had found.

Wednesday moved silently beside me, her presence a comfort amidst my swirling thoughts. I turned to her, catching her gaze softened with affection and understanding.

"Everything okay?" she asked softly, her voice a tender murmur in the dimly lit room.

I nodded, a small smile playing on my lips. "Yeah, just thinking."

She tilted her head, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "About what?"

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. How could I express the longing and apprehension that stirred within me? "About... our family," I finally admitted, choosing my words carefully.

A flicker of realization crossed Wednesday's face, her expression shifting to one of gentle encouragement. "About Ellie and Ethan?"

I shook my head slightly, meeting her gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "About... possibly adding another..."

Silence enveloped us, broken only by the soft sounds of the twins sleeping peacefully. Wednesday's eyes searched mine, a silent conversation passing between us as she processed my unspoken desire.

"Enid," she began softly, stepping closer and placing a hand on my arm. "Are you... thinking about a third child?"

Her question hung in the air, charged with a mix of curiosity and cautious optimism. I swallowed, nodding slightly, unable to meet her eyes as a rush of emotions threatened to overwhelm me.

"Yeah," I admitted quietly, my voice barely a whisper. "I can't shake the feeling that... our family isn't quite complete yet."

Wednesday's touch was gentle, her fingers tracing comforting circles on my arm. "I've... thought about it too," she confessed softly. "But I wasn't sure if you were ready to talk about it."

Her words brought a surge of relief, knowing that she had sensed my thoughts even before I could voice them. "I've been scared to bring it up," I admitted, finally meeting her gaze with a mix of gratitude and trepidation. "I didn't want to... disrupt what we have now."

A tender smile curved Wednesday's lips, her eyes reflecting the depth of our shared journey. "Enid, whatever our family looks like in the future... it's something we'll navigate together. And whatever you feel, whatever you want... I'm here."

Her words washed over me like a gentle tide, soothing my fears and igniting a spark of hope. The bond we shared, forged through the joys and challenges of parenthood, was a steady anchor in the uncertainty of the future.

"I love you," I whispered, the words carrying a weight of gratitude and affection.

"I love you too," Wednesday replied, pulling me into a warm embrace. "And whatever comes next, we'll face it together."

With her arms around me and the soft breathing of our children filling the room, I allowed myself to envision a future where our family expanded once more. The idea bloomed in my heart, a quiet certainty that whispered of new beginnings and endless possibilities.