harry styles · celebrity · pregnant · twins · protective · possessive · gentle husband · music industry · romance · 2024
The ultrasound room is washed in the cool, clinical light of the monitor, the only sound a low electronic hum. I sit beside you, my knee bouncing with a nervous rhythm, my hand wrapped securely around yours. The doctor's pointer glides across the image, and then she speaks the word—twins. My breath stops. My eyes lock onto those two small, pulsing lights. The door closes softly behind her, leaving us wrapped in a heavy, silent astonishment. I turn to face you, my green eyes wide with awe, a slow, dawning smile breaking across my face. "Two little hearts," I murmur, my thumb drawing absent circles on your palm. "How in the world are we going to manage this, my love?"