Signed In Ink, Sealed In Love
Chapter 75
The house felt different.
Not tense.
Not heavy.
Just... reorganizing.
Leo had a blueprint open on the dining table.
Aria stood behind him, sipping juice.
"Why are there measurements on our living room?" she asked.
He didn't look up. "Because we need to rearrange."
"For what?"
"For efficiency."
She blinked. "We live here."
"Yes."
"And?"
"And we're about to live here with two additional humans."
She smiled faintly. "They're small."
"They grow."
He finally looked up at her.
"And they multiply mess."
She laughed and walked around the table.
"You've been very strategic lately."
"Because life is stacking."
She leaned on the table beside him.
Wedding in three weeks.
Twin pregnancy progressing.
His father's situation contained-but not forgotten.
It wasn't pressure.
It was layers.
"What's the plan?" she asked.
He tapped the blueprint.
"Nursery in the second bedroom. We convert the office into a hybrid space. I'll move my desk downstairs."
She studied him.
"You're giving up your office?"
"It's just a room."
She tilted her head.
"You liked that room."
"I like you more."
She rolled her eyes.
"That was smooth."
"It was factual."
Later that afternoon, Hale came by with fabric samples for baby blankets.
Not overbearing.
Not controlling.
Just involved.
"I thought neutral tones," Hale said, spreading them on the couch. "You can personalize later."
Aria ran her fingers across a soft beige knit.
"This is nice."
Leo stood nearby, watching the two women exchange opinions without tension.
It felt... normal.
Hale looked at him suddenly.
"You look calmer."
"I am."
"Good."
She didn't pry about his father.
Didn't dig into his silence.
Just acknowledged the change.
Before she left, she kissed Aria's cheek.
"Take it slow. Twins are double blessing, not double burden."
Aria smiled.
"Noted."
That evening, while Leo assembled a new storage unit in the hallway, Aria sat cross-legged nearby reading through final wedding vendor confirmations.
She looked up.
"You realize we're getting married before this nursery is even done."
"Yes."
"You're very calm about that."
He tightened a screw.
"Because I'm not marrying you for aesthetics."
She grinned.
"Good answer."
He stood, testing the shelf's stability.
"Also, weddings are one day."
"And?"
He walked toward her slowly.
"This is lifetime."
Her expression softened.
No theatrics.
No dramatic declarations.
Just weight.
Two days later, during their routine check-in, the doctor confirmed everything was progressing well.
Strong heartbeats.
Healthy measurements.
Aria didn't hold her breath anymore during scans.
She watched.
Curious.
Present.
Leo squeezed her hand once.
"Still good," he whispered.
She nodded.
Still good.
That night, they ordered takeout instead of cooking.
Leo's idea.
"You deserve a break," he said.
"I don't cook anymore," she reminded him.
He smirked.
"True."
They sat on the floor surrounded by half-assembled nursery pieces.
"Are you overwhelmed?" she asked suddenly.
He chewed thoughtfully before answering.
"No."
She studied him carefully.
"Not even a little?"
"No."
He paused.
"I feel stretched. But not overwhelmed."
She considered that.
"Stretched is okay."
"Yes."
He looked at her.
"Are you?"
"Stretched?"
"Yes."
She leaned back on her hands.
"A little."
"Why?"
She hesitated-not from fear, just honesty.
"Because everything is happening at once. Wedding. Babies. Family shifts."
He nodded slowly.
"Too much?"
"No."
She shook her head firmly.
"Just fast."
That was the word.
Fast.
Life had accelerated.
But it wasn't spiraling.
It was building.
Later that night, while brushing her teeth, she caught her reflection.
Her body was changing faster now.
Subtle, but undeniable.
She placed both hands over her stomach.
"Twins," she murmured to herself.
Leo appeared behind her in the mirror.
"You talking to them already?"
"Maybe."
He wrapped his arms around her carefully.
"You look beautiful."
She met his eyes through the reflection.
"Be specific."
He smiled faintly.
"You look like you're exactly where you're supposed to be."
That quieted something inside her.
Because sometimes beauty wasn't about appearance.
It was about alignment.
Three days before the final wedding rehearsal, Leo received another call.
Not from his father.
From Daniel-the associate.
"It's stabilizing," Daniel said. "Your restructuring proposal was accepted."
"Good."
"There's one condition."
Leo's jaw tightened slightly.
"What."
"Your father wants to meet you. In person. Before signing."
Leo's silence stretched.
Not fear.
Not anger.
Just calculation.
"When?"
"Before the wedding."
That detail was deliberate.
Leo ended the call and stared at the wall for a moment.
Timing.
Always timing.
Aria walked into the room quietly.
"You have that look."
"What look?"
"The one where you're deciding something."
He exhaled slowly.
"He wants to meet before signing."
Her expression didn't change.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes."
"Then go."
He blinked slightly.
"That simple?"
"Yes."
"No interrogation?"
"No."
She stepped closer.
"If you're steady, I'm steady."
He searched her face carefully.
"You trust me that much?"
She smiled faintly.
"I married you in my head a long time ago."
That landed deeper than she intended.
He stepped forward and kissed her slowly.
"After this," he murmured, "there are no unfinished chapters."
She nodded.
"Then finish it."
That night, as they lay in bed, Leo's hand rested over her stomach again.
Routine now.
Protective without being obsessive.
"We're about to enter a very public phase," he said quietly.
"The wedding?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"My father showing up could shift things."
She turned to face him.
"Is he coming to the wedding?"
"I don't know."
She held his gaze.
"Do you want him there?"
He paused.
Longer this time.
"I don't want tension there."
"That wasn't my question."
He studied the ceiling.
Then finally-
"Yes."
Not because of obligation.
Because of closure.
She nodded slowly.
"Then we prepare for that possibility."
"You're very calm about this."
She smiled faintly.
"I'm carrying two babies. Your father doesn't intimidate me."
He laughed quietly.
There she was again.
Not fragile.
Not spiraling.
Solid.
The next morning, as sunlight filtered through the curtains, Leo stood by the window checking messages.
Aria was still half asleep.
His phone buzzed again.
Unknown number.
He frowned slightly.
Opened it.
A photo.
Not threatening.
Not scandalous.
Just an image of his father sitting alone at a café.
Timestamped that morning.
Followed by a message:
"He's already in town."
Leo's jaw tightened.
Aria stirred behind him.
He locked the phone.
This wasn't chaos.
But it was movement.
And the timing-
Three weeks before the wedding.
Two heartbeats growing steadily.
A past walking back into the same city.
Leo turned toward the bed.
Aria's eyes were open now.
"You're up early," she said softly.
He walked back to her.
"Yes."
She studied his face.
"Something changed."
He didn't lie.
"He's here."
Her expression didn't crack.
Just sharpened slightly.
"Okay."
No panic.
No fear.
Just readiness.
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