Olivia's POV
"I'm not waiting until after the babies are born," I announced, sitting on my man's couch, unconsciously rubbing my six-month belly. "We're getting married before they arrive."
Maxwell looked up from his laptop, his expression torn between amusement and concern.
"Livy, you're pregnant with twins. Are you sure you want to plan a wedding right now?"
"Twins with an 's'," I corrected, grinning. "Two boys, babe. Two little Wellington boys who will not be born out of wedlock if I have anything to say about it."
The memory of finding out we were having twins still made me giddy.
We'd gone together for the anatomy scan, holding hands in the darkened ultrasound room, both of us nervous and excited to find out the sex of the child.
"There's baby A," the technician had said, moving the wand across my belly. "Strong heartbeat. Good measurements."
"And there's baby B," she'd continued, and Maxwell and I had looked at each other in shock.
"Baby B?" we'd said in unison.
