year

ath of her breakup with Julian. Her once-favorite meals left her nauseous, and the scent of coffee-her lifeline through long days-now turned her sto

d up the test, hesitating as she placed it in her basket. Her hand trembled slightly, a mix of fear and hope swirling inside her. She tried to dis

in her hands. The instructions were simple enough, but the act of taking the test felt monumental. Her heart raced as she w

iti

Pregnant. A mixture of emotions crashed over her: shock, disbelief, joy, and an overwhelming wave of anxi

k to her last night with Julian. It had been bittersweet, filled with unresolved em

on beyond the plastic stick. When the doctor's words confirmed what she already knew, a strange c

eks later, the technician's expression shifted ever so slightl

Reeva asked nervousl

e technician said. "But ther

pointing to the fuzzy black-and-whi

iplets?" she repeated, her v

. "Three healthy babi

hey were the only proof this was real. In the solitude of her car, the reality began to sink in. Tears spilled down her cheeks, a

ed holding her babies, their tiny hands grasping her fingers. She pictured their first smiles, their laughter filling her home. But then the doubts

r their one and only night of love. The idea of reaching out to him f

fided in. Over tea in Emily's cozy living room, Ree

wide. "Reeva, that's incredible. And ove

s, I'm excited. Other times, I'm terrified.

expression thoughtful. "

her head. "I

ion, Reeva. Whatever you choose, it has

ght and wrong. She feared his reaction-would he feel trapped? Would he resent her for not telling

r womb. A surge of love and protectiveness overwhelmed her. These babies were hers, a part of her she hadn't known was

s of what-ifs. What if Julian wanted to be involved? What if he didn't? What