I'll Be Back

Special Chapter

5 years later..

Mikha

The moment I heard our baby's first cry, everything shifted inside me. I fought hard not to tear up.

A nurse let me see our little boy for a moment, he looked so much like me. Thick brows, sharp fox eyes.

Then, just minutes later, another cry followed. Our little girl came next, and she looked exactly like her mommy.

As the nurses checked on the twins, I immediately turned and went to my first baby.

“Babi” I called softly beside her.

“I love you” she whispered back.

I leaned in and kissed her forehead. Then I stood up and stepped out, letting the doctors finish stitching her up.

Oddly enough, I was the one feeling nervous for her.

While waiting, let me take you back a few years.

When Jane passed, it shattered her world completely. It wasn’t easy for me either. I gave up the person I loved most during the darkest time of her life.

We both went through a year of therapy. Slowly, peace returned.

A few months later, we crossed paths again, at the same park we used to visit. I saw her sitting alone, watching the sunset. I walked up and quietly sat beside her.

“So… how’s life?” I asked.

She turned, stunned to see me. Without a word, she hugged me tight. “I missed you” she whispered.

I pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. They were bright again, so different from how I remembered them. Right then, I knew we were ready, truly ready this time.

My eyes dropped to her lips, and before I could move closer, she kissed me.

“Can we try again, Mikha?” she asked.

“Of course.”

That moment marked the start of part three in our story.

Now, nearly four years later, we’re engaged. We chose IVF, and it blessed us with twins. We’ve never been happier.

As I sat in the hallway, fingers laced and knees bouncing slightly, the reality of it all began to settle in. Two tiny humans, one who looked like me, and one who looked like her were finally here. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this much joy and fear at the same time.

The nurse came out and gave me a reassuring smile. “They’re both healthy. And your partner is doing great.” I nodded, overwhelmed, my chest tightening with gratitude.

It felt like the culmination of everything we had survived, everything we had fought for.

Five years ago, I wasn’t even sure if we’d find our way back. After Jane, Aiah’s world collapsed. She pulled away from everything, me included. And I... I was too broken to pull her back. I left, thinking space would heal us. It didn’t, at least not right away. It took pain, patience, and time.

I still remember our therapist asking me one day, “If she asked you to come home tomorrow, would you?”

I didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

That ‘yes’ echoed in my mind the day I saw her again in the park. The same bench we used to sit on after late dinners, after early morning jogs, during slow sunsets. It felt like life brought us full circle.

When she hugged me that day and whispered that she missed me, I knew nothing else mattered. Not the time lost, not the past mistakes. What mattered was the chance to begin again.