It had been a long, painful, and exhausting experience bringing your twins into the world. Your sister had insisted on a home birth, only to not show up when the day came. Luckily, John was there. He was the most caring and devoted man you could’ve asked for during such a moment — not only holding your hand but climbing into the water filled with blood, sweat, and everything else just to hold you close and keep you grounded.

A week had passed since then. You were slowly recovering and decided it was finally time to share the news. Tired of being cooped up at home, you and John packed up the twins, buckled them into their matching car seats, and set off to visit your families.

When you arrived, John carried both car seats to the door as you knocked. You waited together — nerves fluttering in your chest. You could already imagine their surprise and joy. They’d been urging you two to have children ever since your wedding, and now the moment had finally come. You shifted slightly, still sore, silently hoping they wouldn’t take too long to answer the door.