Elena's POV
When I walked into the room that used to be Zayden's minimalist study, I froze.
Gone were the sleek bookshelves and moody wall art.
In their place stood two pristine white cribs, a mountain of stuffed animals, pastel stars glowing softly on the walls, and a shelf labeled in hand-painted letters: "Baby Wolfe A & B."
I blinked. "What… happened here?"
Zayden turned around, holding two baby monitors in his hands and a roll of wallpaper tucked under his arm. His eyes sparkled with nervous excitement.
"I made another nursery," he said with a shrug, like it was the most casual thing in the world. "Just in case they don't like the main one upstairs."
I raised an eyebrow. "You made another nursery?"
He nodded, looking proud. "Backup nursery. You know, Plan B. I read twins like to nap in different environments sometimes. Also, this room has slightly better sunlight in the mornings, and I wanted options. Babies deserve options."
"You read that where?"
"A Reddit thread and six parenting books. Also, I joined a twin-dads support forum."
"Oh my God."
Zayden walked over and gently took my hand, pulling me inside. "I know I'm being extra, but—Elena, I just want everything to be perfect. For them. For you."
He showed me the soft carpet he'd specially ordered—hypoallergenic and cushiony enough in case "anybody falls"—his words, not mine. He demonstrated the drawer dividers that separated girl and boy outfits (yes, already labeled). There was even a special humidifier with essential oils he researched "for optimal baby dreams."
"I want the safest, softest, most magical world possible for them," he said, looking down at the cribs like they were thrones. "And I know I can't control everything, but this… this I can build."
I smiled, stepping up behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, resting my cheek on his back.
"You're the best dad already, Zay," I whispered.
He turned, eyes glassy. "I still feel like I'm going to mess something up."
I cupped his face. "Even if you do… they're going to grow up knowing one thing for sure."
"What?"
"That their father loves them fiercely. And their mom? Well… she's lucky enough to be ridiculously in love with him."
He grinned, lowering himself to kiss me gently.
Then, kneeling in front of my growing belly, he pressed his palm against the little kicks fluttering beneath my skin and whispered, "Okay, Team Wolfe. Operation Double Nursery is live."
"Operation Overprotective Dad is more like it," I muttered.
He smirked. "Guilty. And proud of it."