HIS FIRST LADY(SANDRO MARCOS)

Chapter 95: Morning Visit from the Marcos Family

It was just past seven in the morning when the first rays of sunlight streamed through the hospital room's curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the peaceful scene. The room was quiet, save for the soft breathing of Rafha and Sandro, who lay asleep on the bed, their newborn twins nestled securely in their arms.

The events of the previous day had left them both physically exhausted but emotionally fulfilled. The overwhelming joy of welcoming their children into the world had carried them through the night, but now, in the quiet morning light, they finally allowed themselves a moment of rest.

That peaceful silence was soon interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps approaching the door. A gentle knock followed, and the door creaked open, revealing Sandro's mother, who peeked inside with a wide smile on her face. Behind her, the rest of the Marcos family stood, each member eager to catch another glimpse of the newest additions to their clan.

"Good morning," Sandro's mother whispered, stepping inside the room. Her voice was warm, full of the joy that only a grandmother could express. "I hope we're not disturbing you."

Rafha stirred first, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of her mother-in-law's voice. She smiled sleepily and carefully shifted in the bed, making sure not to wake the babies. Sandro, too, opened his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

"No, not at all," Rafha replied softly, her voice still thick with sleep. "Come in."

Sandro sat up, rubbing his eyes as he watched his mother approach the bed. She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from Rafha's face and looking down at the twins with adoration.

"Did you get any rest?" she asked, her gaze shifting between Rafha and Sandro.

"A little," Sandro replied with a tired smile. "But it was worth it."

One by one, the other family members entered the room, each one as eager as the last to see the babies. Sandro's father, his aunts, uncles, and cousins all filed in quietly, their faces lit up with excitement and affection.

Sandro's father approached the bed next, his expression softening as he looked at the tiny bundles in Rafha's arms. "They're beautiful," he said, his voice full of pride. "You two did an incredible job."

Rafha smiled warmly at him. "Thank you. We're so glad you're all here to share this with us."

As the family gathered around the bed, Rafha and Sandro couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. The support and love from their family had been unwavering throughout the entire journey, and now, in this moment, it felt even more profound.

One of Sandro's cousins, a young woman named Bianca, couldn't contain her excitement. She reached out to gently stroke the cheek of one of the twins, her eyes wide with wonder. "They're so tiny," she whispered, almost as if she were afraid to wake them. "I can't believe they're finally here."

Rafha nodded, feeling the same awe she had felt when she first held them. "I know. It still feels surreal."

As the family continued to admire the babies, Sandro's aunt, Tita Irene, leaned in closer to get a better look. "Do you have names for them yet?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Sandro exchanged a glance with Rafha before smiling at his aunt. "We've been thinking about a few names, but we haven't settled on anything yet. We wanted to see them first before deciding."

Tita Irene nodded, understanding. "That's a good idea. You'll know when the right names come to you."

The room was soon filled with the soft hum of conversation, as the family members shared their thoughts on names, offered advice on parenting, and reminisced about when Sandro and his cousins were little. The atmosphere was one of warmth and togetherness, with everyone contributing to the sense of unity that had always defined the Marcos family.

After a while, Sandro's mother gently suggested that they let Rafha and Sandro have some time to themselves. "They need to rest," she said with a knowing smile. "But we'll be right outside if you need anything."

Reluctantly, the family began to make their way out of the room, each person giving Rafha and Sandro a final word of encouragement or a loving glance at the babies before stepping out into the hallway.

Sandro's mother was the last to leave, but not before placing a gentle kiss on Rafha's forehead and giving her son a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "You're doing wonderfully," she whispered. "We're all so proud of you."

When the door finally closed, the room felt quiet once more, though the air was still charged with the love and warmth of the visit. Rafha and Sandro exchanged a tired but contented smile, feeling the weight of the morning's emotions settle over them like a comforting blanket.

Rafha leaned back into the pillows, letting out a soft sigh. "Your family is amazing, Sandro. We're so lucky to have them."

Sandro nodded in agreement, reaching out to take her hand. "We are. And they're lucky to have you, too."

They both looked down at their sleeping babies, who had remained blissfully unaware of the commotion around them. Rafha marveled at their peaceful expressions, feeling a deep sense of contentment settle in her heart.

The rest of the morning passed in a tranquil blur. Rafha and Sandro took turns holding the twins, marveling at their tiny hands and feet, their soft coos and sighs. They talked quietly, planning for the days ahead and savoring the precious moments of their first morning as a family of four.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, signaling the start of a new day, Rafha felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over her. The journey to this moment had been filled with its share of challenges, but now, in the quiet of the hospital room, surrounded by the love of their family and the presence of their newborns, she knew it had all been worth it.

She looked over at Sandro, who was gently rocking their daughter in his arms, his expression one of pure, unfiltered joy. The sight filled her with an overwhelming sense of love and happiness. This was the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, one that promised to be filled with all the joys and challenges of parenthood.

And as the morning light streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over their little family, Rafha knew that whatever lay ahead, they would face it together—with love, with strength, and with the unwavering support of the family that surrounded them.