All the air is sucked out of the room.
After an eternity, Naz whispers, “Twins.”
I turn my head and meet his gaze. His stunned, loving, blissful gaze, in which I see my beautiful future.
We walk back to the apartment in awed, shell-shocked silence. When we get there, a gorgeous floral bouquet is waiting for us on the front steps. Bright and colorful, it features sunflowers, Hawaiian ginger, and daisies.
Naz plucks the attached note from the bouquet and reads it, then starts—quietly—to laugh.
“What is it, honey? What does it say?”
Shaking his head and grinning, he hands it over to me without another word, opening the door and taking the bouquet inside. Sir Sausage II greets him with gleeful barking.
I look down at the note and read.
Dear Naz and Eva,
Congratulations on having twins
