“You okay?”
“Just emotional.”
Leaning over her, I press a kiss to her temple, then hold the glass in front of her lips. “Drink. I don’t want them sucking you dry.”
She lets out a soft chuckle. “Pretty sure that’s not possible.”
I watch as she drinks half the glass, then I place it down on the table. I brush my hand over my sons' tiny heads, and sitting down on the side of the bed, I lock eyes with my wife.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Making all my dreams come true.” I push a couple of wild strands behind her ear. “For choosing me.”
“There wasn’t much of a choice to be made. You were it for me.”
Careful not to bump our babies, I lean closer and steal a tender kiss from Mariya. “Ti amo, mia moglie.”
“I love you too, mio marito.”
The End.