Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 599

Conrad pointed at the blue hat on the left. “He’s the big brother.”

Which meant the one in the yellow hat on the right had to be the younger one.

“The little one has a birthmark on his butt,” he said, grinning.

“And the older one has a tiny mole on his shoulder.”

That was how everyone could tell them apart for now, each with their own little mark.

Wiona couldn’t stop staring. It felt unreal, seeing her two baby boys side by side.

Their eyebrows were still so faint, barely there.

Tiny lips, so red and perfect.

They were so small, but their noses already had a little bridge.

She reached out, brushing her fingers over their hands.

Four tiny hands in all, soft and warm, reminded her of puppy paws. She’d never seen anything so minuscule and adorable.

She gently opened their hands. Their fingers were surprisingly long and delicate.

Only when she held them did it start to feel real.

“Are these really my babies?” she whispered.

“I’m a mom now…”

It all felt like a dream.

Conrad stood next to her, fussing over the babies too.

Honestly, this was the first time he’d really looked at his sons up close with Wiona.

Since she’d come back to her room, he hadn’t left her side.

The nursery next door was a flurry of excitement with Annette, everyone eager to help feed and change the twins.

But Conrad just wanted to be next to Wiona.

He didn’t want her to wake up and feel alone or forgotten. To him, she was the most important part of all this.

But now, looking at his boys, he felt his heart melt.

“I’m a dad,” he said, almost in awe.

“This is actually happening.”

“Wiona, you did so well. Thank you.”

He bent down suddenly and pulled her into his arms, kissing her cheeks over and over.

“I love you, baby.”

He was so caught up in the moment he didn’t even notice the open door.

Annette walked in and cleared her throat.

“Um… Wiona, honey, can I come in? Am I interrupting anything?”

Wiona gently pushed Conrad away, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t meet Annette’s eyes. “Of course.”

Annette smiled, holding a box, and marched right in.

She reached over and tugged Conrad up from the bed.

“Careful, don’t squish my precious daughter-in-law.”

She shot Conrad a look, then settled into the chair by the bed, still beaming.

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