𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝟓𝟒

I looked down at my stomach, which had been growing a little more each day. At 18 weeks, my belly was finally starting to show in a way that made everything feel real. I ran my fingers over the small bump, smiling to myself as I thought about the two little lives growing inside me. Twins. I still couldn't believe it some days. My body was changing, and although it had been a bit of a shock at first, I was slowly embracing every part of this journey.

I had been tired all day, my back aching a little more than usual and my feet feeling swollen from just walking around the house. But Davis had been amazing, as always. He noticed every little thing, every hint of discomfort I tried to hide.

"Baby, you look tired," he said softly as he walked into our bedroom. His eyes immediately fell to my belly, and I could see the love in his gaze, the way he already adored our twins, even though they weren't here yet. "Why don't you let me take care of you tonight?"

I nodded, feeling too exhausted to argue. "That sounds perfect," I said, smiling up at him.

He kissed my forehead and disappeared into the bathroom. A few moments later, I heard the sound of water running, followed by the scent of roses filling the air. I smiled to myself, knowing exactly what he was doing. Davis always had a way of making everything feel special, of turning even the simplest moments into something meaningful.

"Come here, ma," he called out after a while, his voice soft and full of warmth.

I stood up slowly, feeling the weight of my growing belly pulling at me. I waddled toward the bathroom, already imagining the warm water soothing my tired muscles. When I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat. Davis had run me a bath, the water shimmering with rose petals scattered across the surface. Candles flickered gently around the room, casting a soft glow that made everything feel so intimate and calming.

"Wow," I whispered, my eyes wide with surprise. "Davis, this is beautiful."

He smiled, walking over to me and gently helping me out of my clothes. "You deserve it, Sadira. You're carrying our babies, and I want you to feel as special as you are."

His hands were soft, his touch careful as he undressed me, making sure I was comfortable every step of the way. Once I was out of my clothes, he helped me into the tub, the warm water immediately relaxing my aching muscles.

I let out a small sigh of relief, closing my eyes as I leaned back against the edge of the tub. The warmth of the water, the delicate scent of roses, and the way Davis moved around the room made me feel completely at ease. I could hear him humming softly to himself as he grabbed a towel and placed it on the side of the tub.

A few moments later, I felt his fingers running through my hair, massaging my scalp gently. "Your hair's gotten so long," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "It's beautiful."

I smiled, opening my eyes to look up at him. "Yeah, I guess the pregnancy hormones are working their magic."

He chuckled softly, his fingers moving through my curls with such care. "It's growing just like everything else," he teased lightly, his hand resting on my belly for a moment before he continued to wash my hair.

I closed my eyes again, letting myself sink into the moment. It felt so intimate, so loving, the way he took his time with me. I could feel the love he had for me in every touch, every gentle movement. He was so attentive, and so patient, and it made me fall in love with him all over again.

Once he was done washing my hair, he gently helped me out of the tub. I felt relaxed and at peace, my body lighter from the bath. He wrapped a soft, fluffy towel around me, drying me off with the same gentle care he always showed me. His hands moved slowly, carefully, making sure I was comfortable as he dried every inch of my body.

But it was when he reached for the coconut oil that I felt my heart swell even more. He had grabbed the jar of oil from the dresser, and as he scooped some into his hands, he turned to me with that soft, loving smile that always made me feel safe.

"Turn around," he said gently, motioning for me to face the bed.

I turned slowly, feeling his hands press against my skin as he started rubbing the coconut oil into my back and shoulders. His touch was firm but soothing, and I could feel the tension melting away as he massaged me. His hands glided over my skin, the coconut oil making everything smooth and warm. I let out a contented sigh, closing my eyes as I leaned forward slightly, resting my arms on the bed while he worked his magic.

"You feel so good," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.

He chuckled softly behind me, leaning down to kiss the back of my neck. "You deserve to feel good, Sadira. You've been doing so much, carrying our twins, taking care of everything. I want to take care of you."

His words made my heart flutter, and I felt myself relax even more under his touch. He worked his way down my back, taking his time, making sure every part of me felt loved and cared for. When he reached my belly, he slowed down even more, his hands moving in soft, circular motions over my growing bump.

I opened my eyes slightly, watching as his hands glided over my skin, rubbing the oil into my belly with such tenderness. It was in moments like these that I truly realized how much Davis loved our babies. He was already so involved, so present in everything. It made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

"They're growing so fast," he said quietly, his eyes focused on my belly as he rubbed the oil in. "It's like every day you're getting more and more beautiful."

I smiled, reaching down to place my hand over his. "You're making me feel beautiful."

"You are beautiful," he said, his voice firm and full of love. "You always have been."

He leaned down, kissing the side of my belly softly before he helped me sit up. I watched as he grabbed my nightgown, sliding it gently over my head and helping me pull it down over my body. The fabric was soft and comfortable, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and security as he tucked me into bed.

Once I was settled, he climbed in beside me, his arms immediately wrapping around me as I cuddled into him. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as I let out a contented sigh.

"I love you," he whispered, his lips brushing against the top of my head.

"I love you too," I murmured, my eyes already starting to close. The warmth of his body, the scent of the coconut oil, and the softness of the bed all wrapped around me, pulling me into a peaceful, restful state.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was. Davis was my rock, my constant source of love and support, and I knew that no matter what happened, he would always be there for me and our babies.

We were building something beautiful together, something that would last forever. And in that moment, as I lay there wrapped in his arms, I knew that everything was going to be okay.