Page 66 of Home With Holden

“What should we name them?” Holden asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at our sons.

I smiled, looking up at him, my heart full. “How about their middle names be, Brett and Rhett,” I said, my voice steady. “After your dad and Hope’s dad.”

Holden’s eyes shone with tears, and he nodded, his hand coming up to brush my hair back from my forehead. “They’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of love. “Just like you.”

“We can pick their names later,” I said tiredly.

Later, when we were settled in our room, the boys sleeping in our arms, Noah and Hope came by to see us. Hope’s eyes lit up when she saw the twins, her smile wide as she leaned over to kiss my forehead.

“They’re beautiful, Mylo,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “You did so good.”

Noah grinned, looking between the twins and then at me, his eyes twinkling. “Well, looks like we’re tied now,” he said, nudging Hope playfully. “Guess we need to up production, huh?”

Hope rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “You’re impossible, how about we get the first two out of diapers then we can talk,” she muttered.

I laughed, looking at Holden, then down at our boys. “I think we’re up for the challenge,” I said teasingly.

There were days I still couldn’t believe this was my life, because this—this was everything I’d ever wanted. A family. One that loved me, supported me, and made me feel like I truly belonged. And I didn’t plan to take a single moment of it for granted.