Entwined Destinies

Chapter 20: Destinies Entwined

Hospital

At the hospital, the soft beeping of monitors and the gentle hum of the air conditioning filled the quiet room where Milk sat cradling her newborn daughter. Her eyes were filled with a love she never knew existed, and though her arms were covered in scratches from Love's labor-induced grip, the pain was a distant memory. Every inch of her was focused on the tiny miracle in her arms.

The door creaked open, and Lingling and Orm entered with eager smiles. Orm was the first to break the silence with an excited squeal. "Oh my God, she is so cute!" Orm gushed, rushing over to peek at the baby. "I kinda miss when Sun and Moon were this size. Look how tiny she is!"

Lingling chuckled, crossing her arms as she watched her wife coo over the newborn. "Baby, they're only four months apart," she reminded her playfully.

"I know, I know," Orm sighed dramatically, her eyes glued to the tiny newborn. "But Sun and Moon were so teeny when they were born, and now they're already 3.5 kilos each. They're getting heavy."

Lingling smiled softly at Orm's words and then turned her attention to Milk and Love, sitting side by side on the bed. "So, what did the doctor say?" Lingling asked, her tone a blend of sisterly concern and excitement.

Milk smiled, her exhaustion barely visible behind the glow of newfound motherhood. "Both baby and mother are perfectly healthy," she said, her voice tinged with relief.

Love chuckled, rubbing her eyes as if she still couldn't believe the whirlwind that had just unfolded. "Yeah, our little girl really knows how to make an entrance. First, Sun and Moon surprised P'Ling and N'Orm with their dramatic debut, and now ours decides to crash P'Mor and P'Earn's wedding. We might have the next generation of drama queens in the making." Her laughter was warm, filling the room with a lightheartedness that everyone welcomed.

Milk turned to Lingling, her expression shifting from playful to serious. "Phi," she began, "I need your help."

Lingling raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What help?"

Milk bit her lip, her voice suddenly small. "I really need to make it up to P'Mor and P'Earn. You know, for crashing their wedding with the whole giving birth thing... Can you help me figure out how?"

Lingling looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sure, but how do you plan on doing that?"

Orm, sensing a moment for mischief, chimed in with a smirk. "Maybe you should buy P'Mor an expensive car. I heard from P'Earn that P'Mor loves collecting sports cars."

Milk's eyes lit up immediately, but before she could get carried away, Orm quickly waved her hands, laughing nervously. "I was joking! Really, I was."

Lingling, ever the instigator, leaned into the joke. "What kind of car, Orm?" she asked, her eyes glinting with mischief as she teased her wife.

"Honey, I said I was joking!" Orm groaned, shaking her head in disbelief.

"We can totally afford to buy her a sports car," Lingling teased, poking her wife's side. "Come on, don't be shy, tell us which one."

Orm rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile at Lingling's persistence. "I know we can afford it," Orm said, sighing. "But seriously, don't go wasting money on something like that. A car probably costs more than their entire wedding. Anyway, P'Milk, P'Love—have you guys thought of a name for your baby?"

Milk and Love exchanged a look before turning back to the eager couple. "We have," Milk said, her voice tinged with excitement, "but we're waiting for Grandma to arrive before we announce her name. It just feels right for her to be here."