Naivety World

I smiled when I heard the happy squeals coming from the kitchen, where my husband and our twin girls were preparing snacks for our special Christmas movie night. Positioned on the couch, I found myself relegated there by the chaos and whirlwind of activity in the kitchen. My pajamas stretched comfortably over my expanding pregnant belly, and I smiled as I tenderly rubbed the roundness of it, feeling the tiny kicks beneath my fingers. With a gentle sigh of contentment, my gaze wandered to the centerpiece of our living room: the Christmas tree. We would do without the star at the top, which accidentally broke after our dog, Roxy, used it as a toy. But it looked amazing just the same

“Mommy, here’s some snacks for you” both the girls chimed as they entered the living room. Each carried a bowl of goodies, but it was the sight of them, happy and excited that made my heart full. 

Shortly, my husband sauntered in, with the playful Roxy trailing around his feet. He moved with a casual grace, a loving smile playing on his lips. “Ready, baby?” His voice was soft, as he settled down beside me, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Yes,” I nodded and reached out to the girls who eagerly clambered onto our laps. I turned to the TV as my husband switched it on. The screen flickered to life, casting a glow across the room. A wave of nostalgia washed over me as the words “Home Alone” illuminated the screen.