Stuck with you (BWWM)

Chapter 32

Months had passed since our honeymoon, and life had settled into a comfortable rhythm. I spent my days lost in writing songs for musicals, each note and lyric a reflection of the love and happiness that had enveloped our lives. But as the days went by, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.

Two weeks had passed, and my period was conspicuously absent. A wave of panic surged through me as I realized the implications of this delay. Could I possibly be... pregnant?

I rushed to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. I grabbed the pregnancy test, my hands shaking as I followed the instructions. As I waited for those long three minutes, my mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Could it really be true? Were Ben and I about to embark on this incredible journey of parenthood?

When the timer finally beeped, I took a deep breath and stared at the test. Positive. Two lines stared back at me, confirming what my heart had already suspected. I was pregnant.

"Holy shit," I whispered, my shock and disbelief mingling with a newfound sense of excitement. I was going to be a mother. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn't help but smile through the overwhelming rush of emotions.

I knew I had to share the news with someone, and there was no one better to confide in than Yasmin. With trembling hands, I dialed her number and spilled out the news, my words tumbling over each other in my haste to share my revelation.

Yasmin's excitement was palpable, her cheers and congratulations ringing in my ears. "You're going to be an auntie!" I exclaimed, my heart swelling with happiness.

But even as I reveled in the joy of the moment, a knot of nervousness settled in the pit of my stomach. I had to tell Ben, and the mere thought of it made my palms sweaty and my heart race.

Later that evening, as I sat alone at home, the front door opened and Ben's footsteps echoed through the hallway. I tried to act normal, to suppress the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume me. But he could always read me like an open book, and concern flickered in his eyes as he approached.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he reached out to touch my arm.

I managed a weak smile, my nerves getting the best of me. "Yeah, just... something on my mind."

His brow furrowed with concern, and he guided me to the couch, sitting beside me. "What is it, Gabi?"

I took a deep breath, my heart racing in my chest. "I just found out something today. Something big."

His gaze locked onto mine, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. "What is it?"

I stared into his eyes, my nerves giving way to an overwhelming surge of love. "Ben, we're going to have a baby."

His eyes widened, surprise giving way to a brilliant smile that lit up his entire face. "You're serious?"

I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. "Yeah, I'm pregnant."

And in that moment, as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled me into a tight embrace, I knew that our lives were about to change in the most incredible and beautiful way. Our journey together was taking a new and exciting turn, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us as we embarked on the adventure of parenthood.

As the weeks went by, the excitement and anticipation of becoming parents of twins grew stronger. We went to the doctor's appointment, both of us a bundle of nerves and excitement. When the doctor confirmed that we were indeed having twins, Ben's reaction was classic. He turned pale and then promptly fainted, much to my amusement. The doctor assured us that it was a common reaction for fathers-to-be when they hear the news of twins. We laughed about it afterwards, knowing that Ben's fainting spell was a testament to his genuine surprise and joy.

More weeks passed, and we eagerly awaited the moment when we would find out the genders of our twins. We sat down, making lists of potential girl names, with Ben suggesting names that ranged from classic to downright unusual. We shared laughs as he threw out names like Catherine and Cassie, only to be met with my raised eyebrows of disapproval. But then, like a magical moment, Ben suggested the names Brianna and Bianca, and my heart soared. Those names felt perfect, like they were meant to be.

As the months went by, my belly grew larger, and our excitement only intensified. And then, as if on cue, my water broke one evening while Ben and I were simply lounging on the couch, watching TV. Panic and excitement filled the air as we rushed to the hospital. Hours later, I held our beautiful twin daughters in my arms, tears of joy streaming down my face. Ben kissed my forehead, his eyes shining with pride and love.

Bringing Brianna and Bianca home was a feeling unlike any other. The days turned into a whirlwind of diaper changes, late-night feedings, and the sweet scent of baby lotion that permeated the air. We learned the rhythm of parenthood together, navigating the challenges and joys that came with raising two beautiful souls.

As our story reached its final chapter, I looked around at the life we had built. Our family was complete, our hearts full of love and laughter. And as I looked into Ben's eyes, I knew that no matter what the future held, we were in it together, a team bound by love and a deep connection that would last a lifetime.