If you had known motherhood would be this overwhelming, you might’ve waited a few more years before having kids. But here you were—22 years old, trying to keep it together while raising twin babies.

They were loud, fussy, and exhausting, and the constant chaos was taking a toll on you. You loved them, no doubt, but the stress was undeniable. Your husband, Riki—who worked tirelessly to support the three of you—could see the weight it was placing on your shoulders.

Being a model meant he wasn’t around as much as he wanted to be, but he always tried his best. Whenever he was home, he made sure you never felt alone in this. His calm presence was the one thing that steadied you.

That evening, when he walked through the door, the first thing he noticed was your face—tense, eyes tired, the twins wailing in your arms. Without a word, he kicked off his shoes and walked straight to you, gently taking the babies from your arms into his.

“I’ve got it this time. Go rest,” he said softly, leading you toward the bedroom. He tucked you in carefully, making sure you were comfortable before sitting beside you.

He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, concern flickering in his eyes. “Are you sick? Your head’s burning.”