When the Script Changes

Special Chapter 3: A Family of Six

Becky?

Becky thought it was hilarious.

"You do know I'm pregnant, not made of glass, right?" Becky teased one night as Freen practically tucked her into bed like a fragile artifact.

Freen huffed. "Well, you're carrying something precious."

Becky grinned, tugging Freen down beside her. "Yeah?"

Freen placed her hand over Becky's growing belly.

"Yeah," she whispered, pressing the softest kiss to Becky's forehead.

And just like that—

Becky melted.

Because overprotective or not—Freen was all in.

She wanted this just as much as Becky did.

And that made every single moment even more beautiful.

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THE Day

It happened fast.

Too fast.

One second, they were watching a movie on the couch—Becky rubbing slow circles over her belly, laughing at one of Freen's dumb jokes.

The next—

Becky winced.

Then gasped.

And then—

"Freen." Becky gripped her hand. "It's time."

Freen panicked.

Ran in circles.

Forgot how to put on her shoes.

Almost left the house without Becky.

"Freen! You need the pregnant lady!" Becky groaned through a contraction, eyes rolling like they were auditioning for a Broadway show. "Focus!"

Freen froze mid-spin, her foot halfway in a shoe, the other shoe still trying to escape under the couch. "Right, right! The pregnant lady—how could I forget?!"

Becky shot her a look that could curdle milk. "I'm literally carrying your child. You're gonna have to do better than this."

That snapped her back into action.

Freen straightened up. "Got it. Pregnant lady, shoes, and no more panic!"

Within minutes, they were in the car, rushing to the hospital, hands clasped so tightly that Freen swore she'd never let go.

Hours later—after pain, after tears, after Becky squeezing Freen's hand so hard she thought it might break—

A cry filled the room.

A tiny, perfect, beautiful cry.

And Freen's heart—

It stopped.

Then started again.

Because in Becky's arms—wrapped in a soft blanket, eyes barely opening—

Was their daughter.

Their Kornkamon, their Mon.

"She's beautiful," Becky whispered, exhausted but glowing.

Freen leaned in, pressing her lips to Becky's forehead before looking down at their baby girl.

"You are beautiful," she whispered, voice thick with emotion.

And as little Mon curled her fingers around Freen's, as Becky watched them with love so deep it hurt—

Freen knew.

She had never loved anything more.

And she never would.

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Life as Six

The first few weeks were a whirlwind.

Nights blurred into days.

Sleep became a myth.

Fluffy, BonBon, and Boba took their new big brother roles very seriously—circling Mon's crib, whining whenever she cried, sleeping beside her bassinet like little furry bodyguards.

And Freen?

Freen was completely gone for her daughter.

She held her every chance she got.

Sang to her.

Read her bedtime stories, even though she couldn't understand a single word yet.

And Becky—watching Freen be the most incredible mom—

Fell even harder in love with her.

One night, as Freen rocked Mon to sleep, Becky stood by the door, arms crossed, just watching.

Smiling.

Freen looked up, brow raised. "What?"

Becky shrugged, walking over and wrapping her arms around Freen's waist.

"Nothing," she whispered against her shoulder.

Freen smirked. "You're staring."

Becky pressed a kiss to her neck. "I'm just happy."

Freen exhaled softly, tilting her head to rest against Becky's.

"Me too," she whispered.

And as Mon let out a soft sigh in her sleep, as their dogs curled up beside them, as the world outside went quiet—

Freen knew.

This was it.

This was everything.

And she wouldn't trade it for the world.

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Love isn't just about falling—it's about growing. And Freen and Becky? They grew into a family. ❤️👶🐶💍