Late February 2006 – Berlin, Germany
The soft hum of a lullaby CD played through the nursery speakers as Tom adjusted the final piece of the crib, screwing in a support bar with more concentration than he usually gave to fixing his guitar strings.
Isadora stood by the window, holding a small mobile she had painted by hand — tiny clouds and stars dangling from it. Her eyes sparkled as she watched him, the man she loved, building something not for the stage, but for their sons.
Their sons.
Well, almost confirmed.
The Nursery
The walls were painted a pale, soothing blue, with gentle white clouds stenciled across the ceiling. One crib stood already assembled, and the second lay half-done as Tom muttered about instructions being written in “some kind of IKEA code.”
“Maybe you should let the professional handle that,” Isadora teased.
Tom glanced up with a grin. “What, and let you take all the credit for building their kingdom?”
She laughed, placing the mobile gently in its box before walking over and settling on the bed near the window. The bump beneath her sweatshirt was more visible now, and Tom’s eyes softened every time he looked at it.
“Can you believe we’ll know their genders today?” she whispered, her hand resting over the curve.
He dropped the screwdriver and walked to her side, placing his hand on top of hers. “No matter what, I already know they’ll be perfect.”
At the Clinic – That Afternoon
Their private appointment was tucked away in a quieter wing of the clinic — a space reserved for high-profile clients, where flashing cameras and pushy tabloids couldn’t sneak in.
Isadora lay on the exam bed, Tom holding her hand tightly while the sonographer prepped the machine.
“Okay, you two ready?” the nurse asked warmly, placing the wand gently on Isadora’s belly.
Tom nodded nervously. Isadora’s grip on his hand tightened.
The screen flickered to life — and there they were. Two tiny shapes, clear as day now, their little spines visible, legs wiggling.
“Strong heartbeats,” the nurse murmured. “Growing well. And… let’s see…”
A pause.
Tom’s breath hitched.
“…Congratulations. You’re having two boys.”
The Ride Home
Isadora cried happy tears in the car. Tom couldn’t stop saying “my sons” out loud like it was the first time he’d ever spoken German.
“Our little boys,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder as the driver took them through the glowing city streets.
“Rockstars in the making,” Tom smirked. “They’ll have style and swagger.”
“They’ll have your big ego, too.”
“And your attitude,” he shot back playfully.
They both laughed, and then fell into a peaceful silence.
In that moment, with their fingers interlaced over her belly and the future suddenly feeling very real, everything felt like a dream coming true.
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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...
