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Her entire face melted, her eyes wide and glimmering with love. For me. “I love you, Lan.” She smiled a smile that made my heart ache, and I just had to kiss her sweet lips.

We stayed in the room, listening to the heartbeat for a couple more minutes.

I eyed the monitor, a blur of black and white that displayed my children. My babies were growing inside the woman I loved—babies we created.

Fuck, I didn’t know how to feel about that.

Not caring about the stickiness, I splayed my palms over her belly, and I felt something snap in my chest; it was loud and thundering, consuming me entirely.

It was the same protective need I felt when I met Luka.

The need to wrap all my babies and my girl in my arms and keep them safe.

Forever.

CHAPTER 27

KATY

You’re pregnant.

Two words I never thought I would ever hear again was now my reality.

Was this what people meant when they said to be careful what you wished for?

Because God gave me not one but three children at the same time. I was still figuring out a way to raise Luka, but now I had to raise two toddlers. That was, if they made it out safely. A different kind of fear ticked my heart, and I absentmindedly rubbed my belly.

Come out safe, please.

“Katy?” My brother’s worried eyes met mine just as Lan and I exited the doctor’s office.

“Matty,” I breathed, suddenly emotional at the sight of him, and he immediately folded me into his big arms.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” I said around the lump in my throat. “Turns out, I’m pregnant.”

He froze, and his shocked eyes flew to mine. “You’re pregnant?”

“Yes,” I said softly. “I’m going to be a mom, Matty. To twins, like us.”

I watched as my brother’s tough exterior crumbled. “Holy fuck, K.” Matty tightened his hug. “Now, I want to wrap my sister in bubble wrap and never let you go anywhere.”

“Yeah, same feeling,” Lan added from somewhere behind me.

I rolled my eyes at them. “I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”

They both zipped their mouths, knowing well not to say anything back.

The entire car ride back home, I couldn’t stop staring at the sonogram picture of my babies. They were two tiny blobs, so tiny like the size of apples, living and growing inside my belly right this moment. That thought itself made my head spin.

The sound of cartoons was going on full force when we entered the apartment about ten minutes later.

My eyes went straight to Luka, who was cuddled next to Sierra on the couch. They were sharing a huge bowl of Cheetos. Probably Sierra’s idea.

“Hey, guys.” Sierra paused the TV and tuned her attention to us. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” I replied, smiling. “Thanks for picking him up.”