Second chances are rare diamonds in the rough, as is allowing oneself to truly be happy. Will Noah and Milan push through their pains of the past to grab the priceless gem by the hand? Or will the tests put to their love prompt it to slip through th...
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Noah
Twins...
For some reason, never in a million years had I seen that coming.
But then again, I didn't necessarily see any of this approaching me in this lifetime, by far.
Last night I expected endless thoughts to stir me awake early, before the sun likely even rose. However, glimpses of daylight brushed the closed lids of my eyes, prompting them to flutter open amidst a quiet only dawn could bring.
It was early, sure. But a rested early. And it felt just so as I looked around me, the twins on my left and my fiancé on my right. We all had barely even moved a muscle.
Milan's hands were underneath my sweatshirt, ever so warm as we shared one blanket, her leg tangled between mine and her head on my chest. She had covered both Genesis and Gianni with the blanket she left behind when joining me last night, and I hoped the two of them were warm too as I gazed down at them both.
Softened, as my lips pursed, I slid a coil of hair from Genesis' face, fixing the position of Gianni's hand under his cheek next. So that he wouldn't wake to any pain.
Meeting him last night was a surprise, though not at all a bad one.
He's much different from his sister, that much I could already tell. He didn't talk nearly as much as her, making it hard to know where his head was. How he viewed and perceived things in this world.
But, a part of me was already okay with finding out...
Conflicted by that notion alone, I left the sofa with a kiss to Milan's head. And with another final check that the kids were fine, I then headed into our home office, needing to think.
Last night had affected me in a way that I almost didn't expect. Showing me that I cared much more than I thought, apparently. Much more than I had been telling myself. And to be honest, I didn't know how to feel about that now. Because, where exactly were we supposed to go from here??...
Milan seemed to be way better at handling it all than me, also. Like somehow she just knew that everything would be fine, despite me on the verge of spiraling with worry.
I couldn't wrap my head around it... How she was being so calm about it all, when usually, it's me.
She's unpredictable that way, yes, I know. But I just never would've imagined the roles being so reversed when it came to children... Because I know she's had feelings about it too, though in no way have our reactions been the same... It's interesting.
The loom of the sun over the horizon accompanied me, the office bearing a peaceful quiet as I typed away on our desktop.
Glasses on the bridge of my nose, my brows remained in a focus knit as I analyzed this next case. Hoping it would do the trick at taking my mind off of the situation quite literally in our living room.
