ALEXANDER

I held the little romper in my hand, staring at it for more than ten minutes.

It was pure white, with little stars drawn on it. It was just so beautiful. Everything was already arranged in Isabella's hospital bag, everything she would need when she got to the hospital. And it wasn't like the babies were coming anytime soon. She was eight months gone. But every single day drew closer to her due date, and it scared me.

I kept trying to act strong, like I wasn't afraid, but deep down, I was freaking out. I wasn't just afraid; I was panicking every single second.

It felt like I...