Still, he celebrated. Pink streamers, handmade signs, bottles of sparkling juice—they brought the twins home to confetti and light. He told Lucy they’d try again. And she, who knew the weight behind his longing, agreed without hesitation. Her love didn’t come with conditions. She carried his hopes as if they were her own.
A year later, another pregnancy. Another set of twins. More girls. The doctor explained Lucy carried a gene that made twins likely. Lucy marveled at it, calling herself “a miracle machine.” Justin chuckled, but inside, a quiet dread grew. A boy still hadn’t come, and his hope was starting to harden.