Sylus had always had a mischievous way of showing his affection. On your birthday, he surprised you with the biggest crow plushie you’d ever seen, its soft feathers and shiny button eyes making you laugh. “For you,” he said with a grin, setting it down beside you. “To keep you company when I’m not around.”

You hugged the plushie tightly, beaming. “Thank you, Sylus. It’s perfect.”

Months later, as you lay in the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, Sylus stood by your side, his hand clutching yours tightly. His eyes were wide with awe and disbelief as he stared at the two tiny bundles in your arms.

“You’re not just getting a plushie this time,” you said with a soft laugh, your voice tired but full of warmth. “You’re getting real twins.”

Sylus stared at the newborns in silence, his emotions clearly overwhelming him. Slowly, a smile broke across his face, and his gaze shifted to you. Gently, he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion. “Thank you for giving me something so precious.”