The news of the twins’ genders should have brought nothing but joy and excitement.
Should have.
But nothing in Michael and Marnie’s whirlwind marriage had ever been simple—or quiet. And the moment they left the clinic with the sonogram photos safely tucked into a white envelope, Michael’s brain went into overdrive.
“We need to plan the gender reveal,” he said immediately as they stepped into the elevator.
Marnie blinked up at him. “Um… do we?”
“Yes.” He nodded firmly, determination radiating off him. “A special one. Meaningful. Something perfect.”
She tilted her head. “Perfect for who?”
He paused. “For… us?”
She raised a brow. “Michael.”
He looked away as if caught. “Fine. Perfect for you. And the twins. And… me.”
Marnie laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “You don’t need to go o
