My Boyfriend is My Doctor

Chapter 75 The Twins’ Room Becomes a Battleground: Michael vs. Midnight Mischief

The condo was silent. The only sounds were the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the floorboards as Michael paced outside the twins’ nursery.

Michael had spent the entire day checking, rechecking, and triple-checking the cribs, monitors, and baby supplies. He had even programmed a spreadsheet with feeding schedules, diaper change times, and nap intervals down to the minute.

Marnie, on the other hand, was lying on the couch, exhausted but amused by Michael’s obsession. “You know,” she murmured, rubbing her belly, “they haven’t even arrived yet, and you’re already treating the nursery like a battlefield.”

Michael stopped pacing and gave her a sharp look. “Marnie… this is serious. These are my children. I cannot take any risks. Any risk!”

She sighed, smiling. “I know, but maybe… you need to rest too. You won’t be able to protect them if you collapse first.”

He glanced at her, expression unreadable, then shook his head. “No. I need to be vigilant. Prepared. Ready for every eventuality.”

The First Night Arrives

Hours later, Marnie and Michael were finally ready for bed. The nursery lights were dimmed, a soft lullaby played from the monitor, and the twins’ cribs stood like fortresses, each meticulously arranged with blankets, stuffed animals, and monitors.

Michael followed Marnie to bed, his eyes scanning the nursery one last time. “I will sleep with one ear open,” he murmured. “I’ll be listening for… anything.”

Marnie laughed softly. “Anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed, settling beside her with a pillow under his arm, his hand instinctively brushing against hers. “You have no idea what parental vigilance feels like.”

The First Stirring

Just as Marnie was starting to drift off, the softest whimper echoed from the nursery. Michael’s eyes shot open instantly. He swung out of bed with cat-like reflexes, grabbing the monitor in one hand and dashing to the nursery.

Marnie sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Michael… it’s probably nothing…”

He ignored her entirely, crouching beside the cribs and inspecting both monitors. The whimper came again, now joined by a faint kick.

“They’re awake,” he muttered, voice tense. “Or… plotting something.”

Marnie chuckled, watching as Michael approached the cribs like a soldier entering a battlefield. “Plotting?”

“Yes. Mischievous twins,” he replied grimly, checking each crib, lifting tiny blankets, and ensuring nothing was out of place. “They’re small, yes… but already cunning. Already calculating.”

Michael’s Over-the-Top Reaction

One of the twins let out a squeal, startling Michael. He jumped slightly, muttering under his breath. “Okay… that’s… louder than anticipated. Engage full protective protocol.”

Marnie couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore. “Michael! They’re just babies!”

“Babies who could potentially fall, choke, or—” he froze, leaning closer to the crib, “—plot to dismantle the nursery in their sleep!”

Marnie covered her mouth, giggling. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I am thorough!” he corrected, adjusting a blanket and double-checking the monitor. “Vigilance is key!”

First Midnight Feeding

It wasn’t long before the twins’ first feeding alarm went off. Michael had everything prepared: bottles sterilized, formula mixed, and a meticulous feeding log ready.

Marnie watched as he cradled one twin, then the other, switching between them with the precision of a surgeon. “You really planned this out, didn’t you?” she asked softly.

Michael looked at her, exhausted but serious. “Every second counts. I will not let them go hungry. I will not fail them.”

The twins fussed slightly, and Michael’s brow furrowed in concentration. He hummed softly, trying to soothe them, adjusting their blankets, and even rocking the cribs gently when needed.

Marnie reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Michael… you’re amazing.”

“I just… I want to do everything right,” he said, his voice low, almost pleading. “For you. For them. I can’t… I can’t mess this up.”

She smiled softly, leaning against him. “You’re not going to. You’re already the best dad.”

Twins vs. Michael: The Unexpected Chaos

Just when Michael thought he had everything under control, the twins decided to show their mischievous side. One kicked, sending a pacifier flying. The other wiggled, making a soft squealing noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

Michael’s eyes widened. “They’re… they’re coordinated! They’re conspiring!”

Marnie laughed so hard she almost cried. “Michael… they’re just playing. They don’t know how to conspire!”

But Michael wasn’t convinced. He dove onto the floor, picking up the pacifier, adjusting blankets, and making sure each twin was secure. “No… this is tactical. I can feel it. Twins… they always work together.”

Marnie shook her head, half laughing, half in awe. “You’re going to drive yourself crazy before they even learn to crawl.”

Michael finally paused, breathing heavily. “I… I just… I want them safe. I want all of us safe.”

She reached out, brushing her fingers through his hair. “We’re safe. We have each other. And they already have the best father in the world.”

The Quiet Victory

After nearly two hours of midnight chaos—pacifier retrievals, soothing, and rocking—both twins finally settled down. Michael sat on the floor, leaning back against the wall, staring at their sleeping forms with a mix of awe, love, and exhaustion.

Marnie sat beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “You did it,” she whispered. “You survived your first real night.”

Michael’s eyes softened. “It was… intense. But… worth it. Every second. For them… for you.”

She smiled, placing her hand on his chest, feeling the steady heartbeat beneath. “I think they already know how much you love them.”

“They do,” he said softly. “And I’ll keep showing them… every single day.”

The twins slept peacefully in their cribs, the nursery finally calm. Michael, though exhausted, felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The first night had been chaotic, exhausting, and mildly terrifying—but he had faced it, and he had done so with unwavering love.

Marnie kissed his cheek softly. “I love you, Michael. And I think… the twins love you too.”

He smiled, holding her close. “We’re a team now. The three of us… well, five soon. And I… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The condo was quiet once more, but the love and protection that filled it were louder than any chaos the twins could possibly create. The battle had ended… for now.