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Bonus Chapter(2/2)
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The world had begun to narrow, gently, around a single date.
Every day, the calendar loomed a little larger on the wall of their apartment, a red circle marking the estimated due date in Leon's tidy, slanted handwriting. But Aria had stopped counting down in numbers. She was living moment to moment now—floating somewhere between serenity and a very real storm of anticipation.
It was early afternoon when they pulled into the hospital parking lot. The air was bright and mild, unseasonably warm for the time of year, and Leon helped her out of the car with quiet efficiency, one hand at her lower back, the other gripping her fingers firmly.
"Still sure about this?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, though her voice had the faintest waver. "I need to see where it's all going to happen."
"Then let's go meet the battlefield."
She shot him a look. "Did you just call my labor a battle?"
"I called me a general, actually," he replied smoothly, smirking. "But you can be the warrior queen."
The hospital was sleek and warm, not sterile like Aria feared. They were met by a smiling midwife named Clara, who walked them through the maternity wing with a soft, cheerful voice. Aria took everything in—the pale blue walls, the muted lighting, the way the birthing suites were designed to feel more like a bedroom than a ward.
"This is where you'll check in when you arrive," Clara explained, "and we'll make sure you're comfortable as things progress. We've got space for partners, too, and our NICU is just down the hall, if needed—but everything is looking healthy so far, yes?"
Aria nodded. "So far. The triplets are doing well."
Clara's eyes widened a little. "Three? You're amazing."
Leon, standing a little behind Aria, spoke up then. "She is."
And he said it with such gravity, such deep conviction, that Aria felt her chest tighten.
Back at the apartment, the nesting phase was in full swing. Aria had cleaned out the kitchen pantry three times in the past two days, reorganized the linen closet, and sat through two entire hours of stroller comparison videos before deciding they needed both a lightweight and a full-sized option.
Leon had learned not to argue. Instead, he supported and occasionally redirected.
"No more ladders," he said firmly when he caught her standing on a stool to clean the top shelf of the nursery closet.
"I was just adjusting the blankets."
"I'll adjust them." He guided her down with gentle hands, then kissed the top of her head. "You've done enough today."
"But what if—"
"Nope." He lifted her chin so their eyes met. "They're not going to come out of the womb judging the closet."
She laughed, soft and grateful. "I just want it to feel like… home for them. From the beginning."
"It already does," he murmured. "Because it has you in it."
That night, they lay in bed, her head on his chest, his hand curved protectively over the gentle rise of her belly.
"I keep wondering what their cries will sound like," she whispered.
"And their laughs," he added.
"Will we recognize them by voice?"
"I'll know every sound they make," Leon said, certain. "You will too."
A silence stretched between them then, but it was a warm one.
"Do you think they'll be born on the same day?" Aria asked sleepily. "Or will one of them be fashionably late?"
"Knowing our children? Probably a little of both."
She smiled into his skin, one leg tucked between his, his warmth grounding her in ways nothing else could.
They were almost at the finish line—but what came next was only the beginning.