Olivia's POV
Six months had passed.
The morning sun spilled through the open window, casting a soft glow across the room. The midwife adjusted her glasses and smiled down at me, her hands resting gently on my swollen belly.
" You should be ready, dear," she said warmly. "The babies will come any day now, maybe within the week."
Yes, babies. Three of them. The first time I saw the scan, I couldn't believe it. Triplets, just like them. The irony wasn't lost on me. It felt like fate had its own cruel way of reminding me what I'd lost and what I still carried.
I smiled weakly and nodded, though deep down I was terrified. Everyone kept assuring me I was strong, that my body could handle it, but I couldn't shake the worry. Every kick, every flutter reminded me of Lennox and the family we could've had if things had been different.
