Dangerous connection (Freenbecky)

Chapter 41 :

The day Becky had been waiting for finally arrived. The entire mansion buzzed with a mix of excitement, nerves, and anticipation. Freen paced in the hallway outside the delivery room, his hands trembling as Nam, Heng, and the others tried to calm him down.

"She's been in there for hours!" Freen exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Babe, it hasn't even been an hour yet," Nam said, stifling a laugh.

"It feels like forever," Freen mumbled, his voice shaky. His mind raced with every possible scenario, but mostly, his thoughts revolved around Becky. She was his everything, and now she was bringing two little lives into their world.

Inside the delivery room, Becky was exhausted but determined. She clung to the thought of seeing their babies and Freen's face when he finally held them. Her cries echoed through the room, and the doctor reassured her gently.

"You're doing amazing, Becky. Just one more push for each baby," the doctor encouraged.

After what felt like a lifetime, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room. Becky's heart swelled as she saw the doctor lift their baby boy. Tears streamed down her face as the nurses quickly cleaned him and placed him in her arms.

"He looks just like Freen," Becky whispered, smiling through her tears.

Moments later, another cry filled the room, this time softer but equally heartwarming. Their baby girl made her entrance into the world, and Becky felt a surge of love as she held her daughter.

"She has your eyes," Becky murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.

The nurse gently took the babies to check on them, and Becky finally relaxed, though her heart ached for Freen to meet them.

When the door opened, and the nurse called Freen in, he practically tripped over his feet to get to Becky's side.

"Becbec, are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

"I'm fine, Bunny," Becky said, her face glowing despite her exhaustion. "Meet your babies."

The nurse handed Freen their son first. The moment Freen looked into the tiny face that was a mirror of his own, he broke down. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he gently cradled the baby boy in his arms.

"Hi there, little one," Freen whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm your daddy."

When the nurse handed him their baby girl, Freen's heart swelled even more. She was the perfect blend of him and Becky, her tiny features soft and angelic.

"She's beautiful, just like her mommy," Freen said, pressing a kiss to Becky's forehead. "I can't believe we made them."

Once they returned home, the entire house felt like a sanctuary of joy. The twins were adored by everyone, and Freen couldn't keep his hands off them. He was a proud father, constantly taking pictures, cuddling them, and even refusing to let the maids help too much.

One evening, Freen sat on the bed with their son, Sam, on his lap and their daughter, Finley, nestled in Becky's arms.

"What should we name them?" Becky asked, stroking Finley's tiny hand.

Freen grinned. "For our boy, how about Sam? And for our girl, Finley."

"Sam and Finley," Becky repeated, her smile widening. "I love it."

The twins cooed softly as if approving their names, and Freen chuckled. "See? They like it too."

Life with twins wasn't always peaceful, but it was full of love. Late-night feedings turned into teamwork between Freen and Becky, though Freen often insisted on handling it alone so Becky could rest.

One night, as Becky finally fell asleep, Freen sat in the nursery with Sam in one arm and Finley in the other.

"You two are going to be amazing," Freen whispered to them. "But you have to promise to behave for your mommy. She's the best person in the world."

Finley yawned, and Sam squirmed slightly, making Freen laugh softly.

"And you, little man," Freen said, looking at Sam. "You're going to take care of your sister, just like I'll take care of all of you."

As the twins grew slightly older, they began showing their personalities. Finley was calm and observant, much like Freen, while Sam was full of energy and charm, already stealing hearts like his mommy.

One afternoon, Becky found Freen lying on the playmat with the twins, pretending to be a horse as Sam giggled and kicked his tiny feet.

"Bunny, you're spoiling them," Becky teased, leaning against the doorway.

"I'm just bonding with them," Freen said, grinning. "Isn't that right, Sam? You love Daddy, don't you?"

Sam babbled happily, and Becky shook her head with a laugh.

Later that evening, Becky caught Freen showing Finley how to "defend" his mommy.

"If anyone ever messes with your mom, you have to protect her, okay? Like this." Freen pretended to throw a playful punch, and Becky gasped.

"Freen!" she scolded, though she couldn't hide her smile. "He's a baby, not a bodyguard."

"Start them young," Freen said with a wink, earning an eye roll from Becky.

Their days were filled with laughter, sleepless nights, and tender moments. Freen and Becky's love only deepened as they navigated parenthood, creating a life full of joy and unforgettable memories with their beautiful twins, Sam and Finley.