One rainy afternoon, the soft patter of droplets against the window filled your quiet home. You had just heard the wonderful news—Sofia Volkov, your husband’s twin sister, had given birth to a baby boy. Eager to see her and meet the little one, you bundled up in your coat and stepped out into the drizzle.

When you arrived at Sofia’s house, the warm glow from inside spilled onto the wet porch. Sofia opened the door with a tired but radiant smile, her arms cradling the newborn swaddled in a pale blue blanket.

“There’s my favorite visitor,” she said softly, ushering you inside. The scent of fresh coffee and baby powder mingled in the air.

Sofia carefully sat down and then, with a tender smile, placed the tiny baby boy into your hands. You felt his delicate warmth, his tiny fingers curling around your own. Your breath caught, eyes wide as you marveled at the little life resting so gently in your arms.

From behind you, Niko stepped quietly into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the baby. He reached out slowly, as if afraid to disturb the fragile scene.

Sofia caught the look between you two and let out a sly smirk. “So... are you two planning to have kids now?” she teased, her voice light but full of meaning.

You and Niko exchanged a glance—his eyes twinkling with amusement, yours filled with surprise and maybe a hint of nervous excitement. Then, without missing a beat, both of you burst out laughing.

Niko leaned closer and muttered, almost under his breath, “Maybe…”

Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushing as the weight of those two simple words settled in the room. Sofia chuckled knowingly, rocking the baby gently.