Decision

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over Nathan's room. I sat curled up on the bed, my hands resting lightly on my stomach. The decision I'd made weighed heavily on my mind, but at the same time, it brought a strange sense of peace. It wasn't going to be easy—I knew that much—but something in me wanted to try.

I glanced at Nathan, who was sitting across from me on the bed, casually scrolling through his phone. His presence was comforting, like a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions. Taking a deep breath, I finally mustered the courage to speak.

"Nathan," I said softly, my voice trembling just a little.

He immediately looked up, setting his phone aside. His sharp blue eyes met mine, concern flickering in their depths. "What's on your mind, Cael?"

I hesitated, my fingers tightening slightly against the fabric of my shirt. "I… I've decided. I want to keep the baby."

For a moment, there was silence. I braced myself for any response—worry, doubt, maybe even disagreement—but instead, Nathan's face softened. Slowly, he leaned closer, his strong hands cupping my cheeks.

"You're sure about this?" he asked gently, his voice steady and warm.

I nodded, tears stinging my eyes. "I know it's going to be hard. I'm terrified, Nathan. I don't know if I'm strong enough for this, but… I can't bring myself to give them up. I just can't."

Nathan's expression melted into one of pure tenderness. Without saying a word, he pressed his lips to my forehead, the kiss lingering as his arms wrapped around me.

"You are strong enough," he murmured against my skin, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I'll be here every step of the way. You won't have to do this alone, Cael. I promise."

His words broke something inside me, and I felt a sob escape my throat. I buried my face in his shoulder, clinging to him like my life depended on it. His arms tightened around me, holding me as if to shield me from the world.

"I'm so scared," I admitted through my tears.

"I know," he replied, his voice soothing. "But we'll figure it out together. One day at a time."

We stayed like that for what felt like forever, wrapped in each other's arms. Slowly, the weight of my fear began to lift, replaced by something warmer, lighter.

Nathan pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, a small smile playing on his lips. "Now, if we're doing this, we're doing it right. No more worrying alone, okay? You talk to me about everything, even the scary stuff."

I managed a shaky smile in return. "Okay."

"And," he added, a playful glint in his eyes, "we're going to make sure you're spoiled rotten. You and the little one both."

I couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and unfamiliar after all the stress I'd been carrying. "Spoiled, huh?"

"Absolutely." He leaned in, nuzzling his nose against mine. "You deserve it, Cael. You've been through so much already. It's time for some joy in your life."

Before I could respond, Nathan tilted my chin up and kissed me gently. It wasn't rushed or heated—just soft, comforting, and filled with emotion. When we broke apart, I felt my heart swell with a mix of love and gratitude.

"You're amazing," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"So are you," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

For the rest of the morning, we stayed close, sharing quiet conversations and lighthearted jokes. Nathan made a point of keeping the mood light, and for the first time in a while, I felt like I could breathe.

Later that afternoon, Nathan insisted on taking me to the hospital for a checkup. As we drove, the earlier warmth gave way to a growing sense of unease. I couldn't help but worry about what the doctor might say. What if something was wrong? What if I wasn't healthy enough to carry the baby?

Nathan must have noticed my tension because he reached over and placed a reassuring hand on mine. "Hey," he said softly, his thumb brushing against my skin. "Whatever happens, we'll handle it. Together."

I nodded, trying to believe him, but the knot in my stomach didn't loosen.

When we arrived at the hospital, everything felt surreal. The bright lights, the antiseptic smell, the bustling nurses—it all made me feel out of place. I clung to Nathan's arm as we made our way to the exam room.

The doctor greeted us with a warm smile, her presence immediately putting me slightly at ease. After a brief introduction, she began the examination, explaining each step as she went.

Then came the ultrasound. My heart raced as she moved the wand over my stomach, the screen coming to life with blurry images.

"Well," she said after a moment, her tone light and cheerful, "everything looks good so far. But there's something I want to discuss with you both."

Nathan and I exchanged a nervous glance. "What is it?" he asked, his voice steady but tight.

The doctor turned the screen toward us, pointing at the image. "Cael, you were born with a condition called uterine didelphys. Essentially, you have two wombs. It's rare but not unheard of, especially among dominant omegas."

I stared at her, trying to process the words. "Two… wombs?"

She nodded. "Yes. This condition makes it more likely for you to conceive fraternal twins, as each womb can support a fetus. And, as you can see here…" She pointed again, and my heart skipped a beat. "You're carrying twins."

Twins.

The word echoed in my mind, overwhelming and impossible to ignore.

Nathan's hand tightened around mine. "Twins?" he repeated, his voice filled with a mix of awe and concern.

"Yes," the doctor confirmed, smiling. "Both fetuses look healthy, but this condition means you'll need to deliver via C-section. Natural delivery could be dangerous."

I barely heard the rest of her explanation. My mind was reeling, my thoughts spinning out of control. Twins. How was I supposed to handle this?

Nathan, ever the steady presence, took charge of the conversation. He asked question after question—about diet, exercise, warning signs—while I sat in stunned silence.

By the time we left the hospital, my emotions were a tangled mess. As we sat in the car, Nathan pulled me close, his hand resting on my stomach.

"Hey," he said softly, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. "It's a lot, I know. But we'll figure it out. You're not alone in this, Cael."

Tears filled my eyes as I leaned into him. "I don't know if I can do this."

"You can," he said firmly, pressing a kiss to my temple. "And I'll be right here with you every step of the way."

His words didn't erase my fear, but they gave me something to hold onto—a lifeline in the storm.