It is Time

Sunday morning arrived too quickly. As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my hand instinctively moved to rest on my growing belly. The twins were my secret strength, though still my greatest vulnerability.

At twenty weeks, hiding my pregnancy was becoming increasingly challenging. The pregnancy band helped, but sooner or later, the truth would be impossible to conceal.

"Good morning, little ones," I whispered, taking a moment to connect with my babies before facing the day ahead. My mind drifted to the inevitable—conversations I had been avoiding, decisions I could no longer postpone.

I quickly got dressed and headed to the living room.

The smell of coffee drifted through the house, rich and inviting. I found Noah in the kitchen, already dressed and preparing breakfast. He looked comfortable here, at ease in a way that made my heart ache.