You Did It

Chapter 300: You Did It Roman Six months later… “Savannah, I think you should rest.” I said. I’d said it so many times that the words had started losing structure, dissolving into a sound that lived somewhere between worry and pleading. She didn’t even turn this time. She simply kept folding impossibly tiny onesies with intense concentration, like the fate of the world depended on whether the sleeves aligned perfectly. “I’m fine, Roman,” she said, smoothing the fabric with deliberate care. “I just need to finish organizing this. The twins can’t come into chaos.” The nursery smelled faintly of fresh paint and baby powder. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, laying a soft golden glow across the two cribs I had spent the last week assembling with near-obsessive precision. Every screw tightened twice. Every edge sanded smooth. Two cribs. Even now, the reality of it pulsed quietly through me. Two different people. Two lives. Two tiny humans who would call me father. Savannah