The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting a golden hue over the warm and quiet space we had created. The air was filled with the faint scent of lavender from Ai's favorite candles, their calming aroma blending seamlessly with the rhythmic breaths of our newborn twins. Yohan and Yumi were just a week old, their small bodies nestled against their mother as she fed them with all the love in her heart.
I sat beside Ai on our bed, propped against the pillows, watching her with admiration. The way her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face, made her look even more radiant. Her blue eyes, soft and full of tenderness, were locked onto Yohan, who suckled eagerly, his tiny hands resting against her skin. Yumi, our little princess, had already finished and lay in my arms, her features a perfect blend of my own.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Ai's forehead.
