His face is scrunched up, eyes closed tight, and in that moment, I know he is mine, he is ours. Our son. Cash. The first ofour twins.
But there’s no time to rest. I know a second baby is coming soon. The contractions pick up again, sharper, faster. I feel a familiar pressure and know this baby isn’t far behind. Cole is still holding my hand, his face full of awe as he looks at our son in my arms.
“You did it, Kenna,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
Before I can respond, I focus back on the task at hand, ready to bring our second baby into the world. I take a deep breath and push once more, my body working tirelessly, the world around me fading into a blur of focus and intensity.
The second cry follows soon after, louder and fiercer—a girl. Capri.
The nurse places her on my chest next, and I look down to see her—the perfect little girl with dark hair, squirming in my arms, her cry strong and sweet. My heart swells as I gaze at her, at both of them. My twins, the babies I’ve carried for so long, the ones who’ve shared my body, and now, the ones who will share my life.
Cole’s eyes are glistening with tears as he watches me hold her close, two perfect new lives cradled against my heart.
“You did it, Kenna,” he whispers, voice cracking with awe and love.
I laugh through tears, overwhelmed but whole. “They’re perfect,” I whisper back, knowing this moment will live inside me forever.
Later, after the nurses clean us up and take the babies for their first checkup, Cole and I sit together in the quiet of the room. The twins are sleeping peacefully in the bassinets beside us. We’re exhausted, but there’s a contentment in the air, a peace that comes with knowing our family is finally complete.
We look at each other, and in that moment, I know that this is it. This is what we’ve always wanted. Two beautiful children, aperfect little family. Cohen is going to be the best big brother, already making plans for how he’ll teach the twins everything he knows, from riding bikes to playing video games. The joy in his eyes when he first met them today was enough to make my heart ache.
“Can you believe it?” Cole asks softly, his voice full of amazement. “We have three kids now.”
I smile, running my fingers through his hair as I lean in to kiss him. “I can’t believe it, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Our twins. Two little lives that have already brought so much love, so much joy, into our world. I feel so incredibly blessed. The future is bright, and the love I have for my family fills me with a peace I never knew I could feel. We’re not just a family anymore. We’re an adventure waiting to unfold.
The hospital room is quiet, save for the soft hum of machines and the gentle whispers of nurses moving about. The twins are nestled peacefully in their bassinets, and Cole and I are sitting together on the edge of the bed, each of us gazing down at the little bundles of joy we’ve only just met. Our hearts are full, overwhelmed with the love we feel for these two tiny humans we’ve been waiting for.
But the moment we’ve been anticipating is finally here. Cohen is about to meet his new siblings.
I glance at Cole, his face still full of the awe he’s had ever since the babies were born. He reaches over and squeezes my hand, his fingers warm against mine.
“Are you ready?” I ask him softly, the excitement building in my chest. “Are you ready for Cohen to meet them?”
Cole nods, his lips curving into a smile. “I think he’s going to be more than ready. He’s been asking about them non-stop since we left the house.”
We both chuckle at that. Cohen’s been talking about the twins constantly, imagining what they’ll be like and what it willfeel like to finally meet them. It’s adorable, really. I know he’s going to be an amazing big brother.
Just then, the door to the room creaks open, and Cohen steps inside. His eyes immediately widen when he sees us, and then his gaze lands on the babies.
“Mom! Dad!” His voice is full of excitement and a little bit of nervousness. “Are they really here? Are they...are they twins?”
I nod, smiling at him. “Yeah, bud. They’re here. They’re your little brother and sister.”
Cohen’s eyes widen, and he steps closer to the bassinets, his hands clasped in front of him. “I can’t believe it. I thought...I thought they’d look like babies, but they’re even cuter than I imagined!” He laughs, a bit of relief in his voice.
Cole and I exchange a look, both of us chuckling at Cohen’s words. There’s something about his excitement that makes everything feel even more real.
“Do you want to meet them, Cohen?” I ask, my voice soft with affection.
He nods vigorously, his feet practically bouncing on the floor. “Yes! Yes, please!”
With a careful hand, I lift our son from the bassinet. His tiny body feels so fragile, but I can’t help but marvel at how perfect he is. How perfect they both are. Cohen watches me, wide-eyed, as I gently place the baby in his arms, guiding him on how to hold him.
“His name is Cash,” I tell Cohen, smiling at the way his hands tremble slightly as he cradles his baby brother. “He’s your little brother, Cohen.”
Cohen looks down at Cash, his face full of wonder and a touch of awe. “Hi, Cash,” he whispers, his voice soft, almost reverent. “I’m your big brother. I’m going to teach you everything. Everything I know!”
