“Two…”
Anna rested her head on his shoulder.
“I was afraid it was something bad.”
“And I said it was probably my stomach…”
He laughed again, this time with relief. A glint appeared in his eyes.
“Ania… we’re going to be parents.”
For a moment, they stood there in the middle of the hallway, ignoring the people passing by.
On the way home, Michał drove slower than usual.
“Two children…” he finally said.
“Yes.
“A boy and a girl…”
“That’s what the doctor said.”
Michał smiled broadly.
“Perfect.”
“Why perfect?”
“Because they’ll have each other.”
Anna laughed softly.
“You’re already planning everything.” “Of course.”
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
“And you?”
Anna placed her hand on her stomach. The gesture was different now than before—calmer, more confident.
“I’m still trying to believe this is really happening.”
Michał placed his hand on hers.
“It is happening.”
After a moment, he added with a smile:
“Now I understand why the doctor asked how many husbands you’ve had.”
Anna smiled back.
“At the time, I thought it was a very strange question.”
“He probably couldn’t believe something like this could happen.”
“But it did.”
Michał laughed.
“Then I have a very good reputation.”
When they entered the apartment, Anna paused for a moment in the living room.
It was the same apartment where silence had reigned for so many years.
But now everything looked different.
A large room, light-colored walls, orderly furniture.
Suddenly, she imagined two small beds in this place. Colorful toys on the floor. Children’s laughter.
A life they had once stopped dreaming of.
Michał noticed her pensiveness.
“What are you thinking about?”
“That everything will change.”
“For the better.”
Anna nodded.
“Definitely for the better.”
Michał stepped closer and knelt before her. He gently placed his hand on her belly.
“Hello, little ones…”
Anna smiled.
“Are you talking to them already?”
