Bella woke in the middle of the night to a strange sensation.
A light, fluttering movement.
Then—a soft kick.
Her breath caught.
"Dante."
He was already awake, his hand instantly moving to her stomach.
Then—he felt it too.
Their children.
Their twins.
Bella's throat tightened.
Because this—this was real.
And for the first time, she wasn't afraid.
She was excited.
Because soon, their family would be whole.