Later that same day – Isadora’s POV
By the time we got back to the penthouse, my phone had already buzzed over a hundred times.
Fan messages. News alerts. My name trending on German Twitter and fan forums. Headlines flashing things like:
"Isadora Almeida Confirms Pregnancy — Tom Kaulitz is the Father!"
"Rock Royalty Expecting First Child at 18!"
"Support Pours in From Fans Worldwide"
Nina had read some of the comments aloud in the van earlier:
“Honestly proud of her. That took guts.”
“If she’s happy and safe, that’s all that matters.”
“They’re still kids but they’ve been through so much. I’ll support them.”
Of course, not all of them were kind. Some people speculated about career-ending choices. Some criticized our age. Some thought it was irresponsible.
But I had something they didn’t.
I had him.
Tom sat next to me on the edge of our bed, scrolling through his phone too. His hat was pulled low, dreadlocks falling into his eyes. He hadn't said much since we got home.
“You okay?” I asked, my voice soft.
He nodded, locking his phone. “Just... watching it all explode. You really blew it up.”
“You mad?”
His brown eyes met mine. “No. I’m glad. I’m relieved.”
He leaned back and pulled me into his arms, resting his hand over the barely-there curve of my belly.
“This is real now,” he whispered into my hair. “Not just between us. But out there too.”
“I was tired of hiding.”
“I know.”
We lay in silence for a while, the only sound the soft hum of the city beyond our windows.
And then Tom broke the silence.
“Let’s promise something.”
“What?”
“That no matter how loud it gets out there, no matter what they say... we keep this between us. Our little world. You, me, and them.” His fingers moved gently, tracing the space where our twins were growing.
I smiled. “Deal.”
Later that night, a fan-made video compilation hit the internet. It was filled with pictures and videos of me and Tom—some candid, some from interviews, some grainy from concerts. The music playing? A soft piano version of “Durch den Monsun.”
The caption?
“We’ve watched them grow up. Now we’re watching them grow a family. ♥”
I cried. Quiet, grateful tears.
Maybe the world wasn’t so loud after all.
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"Strings Between Us
Romance2004. Germany. Tom Kaulitz is used to getting what he wants - the stage, the crowd, the girls. As Tokio Hotel begins to rise, so does his ego... until she shows up. She's the Brazilian guitarist in a rival band - quiet, sharp-tongued, and completely...
