The morning sun peeked gently through the curtains in Julie’s bedroom. She was just 25, glowing with life and love, and seven months pregnant with twins. As she stretched out of bed, her hands went instinctively to her aching lower back. Bryce, her husband, was already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. When she walked in, he smiled, kissed her forehead, and asked how she slept.
“Only after the twins stopped kicking,” she chuckled, rubbing her belly.
“They must be playing soccer in there,” Bryce joked.
Julie laughed lightly. “Looks like we’ve got two energetic players.”
They ate breakfast together Bryce with coffee and eggs, Julie sipping chamomile tea as she watched him fondly. Bryce was hopeful that an upcoming business meeting might bring in more income. Julie, always supportive, gently squeezed his hand. “You can do it.”
After he left for work, Julie spent the quiet morning nesting folding tiny clothes, arranging toys, and reading parenting books. She often talked to her belly, whispering promises to the twins. Bryce, meanwhile, delivered his presentation at work with calm confidence. The meeting went well he was thrilled. As he returned to his office, he picked up his phone to call Julie and share the good news. But she didn’t answer. Maybe she’s in the….Read Full Story Here…………..
