HENRY POV
It had been two weeks since I heard the soft, rapid thump-thump-thump of not one, but two tiny hearts beating from inside Maria’s belly. Two hearts. Two lives. Two miracles I somehow helped create with the woman I loved and the brother I’d spent my whole life with. Every time I thought about it, my own heart swelled so hard it felt like my ribs couldn’t contain it.
I’d never felt so full of life before—so grounded and terrified and euphorically high all at once.
Dax, of course, had gone into full-on nerd-mode. The moment the doctor had confirmed it was a twin pregnancy, and fraternal at that, he’d practically pulled out a spreadsheet from his back pocket. I wasn’t even kidding. Within 48 hours, he’d already found us a house in Oklahoma City—two stories, gated community, plenty
