The first sign of trouble began when the male leads' parents showed up—at the same time.
Yes, Dorian's mother and father, and Caelum's father, all in one dramatic wave of past trauma and inherited arrogance.
Apparently, a mysterious email had been sent to all of them. A leak. And not just a quiet family scandal kind of leak—a tabloid article had dropped, and the news was now public: the heroine of the decade had given birth to twins with two different fathers.
Because of course.
No good rom-com is complete without villains and villainesses lurking in the background, wreaking havoc at the worst possible moment.
My mother had been peacefully consumed with our daily routine until chaos knocked—literally—on her gate.
They wanted in. Demanded to meet "their granddaughters."
Aurora, to her eternal credit, left them at the gate and called the fathers instead.
I was nearby, in my bassinet, watching her with quiet admiration. Honestly? It was hilarious.
She shouted into the phone,
"There's an article! I need to know who did it and why both sets of parents are here! You need to come back and take care of this!"
Then another call:
"What do you mean they refuse to leave ? I know they're the grandfathers and grandmother—but they weren't invited! "
Back and forth she went, trying to get the baby daddies to handle their own parents like a frazzled party planner whose RSVP list just exploded.
Eventually, we all ended up in the massive living room:
Aurora, looking exasperated but gorgeous;
Dorian and Caelum, tense but trying to look composed;
Me and Liliane, each in our respective father's arms;
And the grandparents, arranged like a judgmental jury in designer shoes.
The first to speak was my grandmother—Dorian's mother.
"I cannot believe this scandal. How could you? Not just a child out of wedlock—but two fathers ?!"
Dorian didn't flinch.
"Mother, after all the wild parties you had in the '90s, you're in no position to judge."
Her face turned red.
"How can you be this rude?!"
She turned dramatically to her husband.
"Are you going to let him disrespect me like this?"
My grandfather looked tired and vaguely amused.
"Your son didn't lie. You really aren't in a position to judge."
I laughed.
Yes, I laughed.
Everyone turned to stare at me.
I promptly stopped.
Then Caelum's father finally spoke, voice booming with old money indignation.
"How come I had to find out I have a granddaughter from the media ?"
Caelum shrugged.
"You were never a present father. Why would I assume you wanted to be a present grandfather ?"
I laughed again.
Aurora, ever the diplomat, smiled tightly.
"Wow, Selene never laughs this much. She must really enjoy your presence."
I laughed harder. Honestly, it was a good line.
Then came the predictable chaos: each grandparent wanted to hold their granddaughter. Aurora, firmly in Mom Mode, stopped them.
"Please wash your hands first."
No one moved.
The fathers gave them that look . You know the one.
The "she's not kidding, and we're not backing you up" look.
They obeyed.
When they returned, I found myself in my grandmother's arms—held a little too stiffly, like I was a fancy vase and she wasn't sure if I was real. Liliane, meanwhile, was passed off to her grandfather, who bounced her awkwardly like he was trying to remember how joints worked.
None of them knew how to hold a baby.
Aurora had to guide them through it like she was hosting a "Newborns for Rich Idiots" tutorial.
After they left, both fathers tried to soothe my mother.
"We'll find out who leaked this," they promised.
"We'll suppress the story as best we can."
Sure you will.
My money's on one of the dozens of obsessed women orbiting the male leads, probably mad they weren't chosen.
Still, I'll admit...
At least something happened today.
It wasn't boring