THE BILLIONAIRE SECRET TWINS

Chapter 1: Life Issues

As she paces from right to left, her disorientation is palpable. She's been anxiously awaiting feedback from the nurses and doctors who rushed her mother to the ward for treatment.

Memories of the incident that brought them to the hospital come flooding back, and her eyes well up with tears. Her mom had suddenly slumped and fainted without warning, leaving her in a state of panic. Now, as she waits for news, the uncertainty hangs heavy in the air.

The sound of her name, 'Miss Tasha,' pierces through her thoughts, jolting her back to reality. She spins around, her movements abrupt, like a rollercoaster changing direction.

Her gaze locks onto the nurse, whose warm smile and gentle demeanor offer a sense of comfort. 'Any update?' she asks, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her ocean blue eyes remain fixed on the nurse, searching for a glimmer of hope, as her mind races with countless possibilities.

"She's fine, Tasha,' the nurse replies, but her words are tempered by a sorrowful smile.

Tasha's eyes narrow, sensing the disconnect between the nurse's words and her expression. She presses for clarity, her voice laced with concern. 'If she's alright, then why the sad smile?' she asks, her ears straining for a response, as if the answer might somehow ease the worry that's been building inside her.

The nurse's calm tone holds the weight of her words. 'For how long will you continue rushing your mother here when you know the right thing to do?' she asks, her gaze piercing. Tasha's expression crumbles, her eyes welling up with tears as she lowers her head in shame. The nurse's words strike a chord, and Tasha's body language betrays her inner turmoil.

"For Christ's sake, Tasha, your mom has leukemia. You know it, and I know it. The best option, the only option, is surgery. It's the only way to stop this cycle of suffering,' the nurse says, her voice firm but gentle.

She places her left hand on Tasha's shoulder, her eyes filled with a deep sadness that mirrors Tasha's own. The nurse's expression is a mix of empathy and urgency, as she delivers the harsh truth with compassion.

But her gaze still lingers on Tasha for a moment, her expression a mix of compassion and trepidation. She knows the news she's about to deliver will be devastating, but she must press on. 'Tasha,' she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tasha's head slowly rises, her eyes meeting the nurse's with a sense of trepidation, as if she knows that her world is about to be shattered.

With Tasha's full attention, the nurse delivers the devastating news. 'Your mother's situation has taken a dire turn. Our tests today revealed that her systems are critically weak. If she doesn't undergo surgery within the next 48 hours, she may not survive.' The nurse's words hang in the air like a death sentence, leaving Tasha stunned and speechless, her mind reeling from the heaviness of the situation.

She stands frozen, her eyes wide with disbelief, as the nurse's words echo in her mind like a dire warning. 'Tasha, you need to save your mother, or else you'll lose her,' the nurse says, her voice firm but laced with a hint of empathy.

With a final pat on the shoulder, the nurse turns to leave, leaving Tasha alone to grapple with the enormity of her decision. The silence that follows is oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Tasha's ragged breathing as she struggles to come to terms with the devastating reality.

She remains paralyzed, her eyes fixed in a permanent stare, her hands clasped tightly across her chest. But as Mira's words suddenly thunder through her mind, she suddenly springs into action. 'Mira!' she exclaims, her voice shaking as she rushes out of the hospital.

Desperation drives her to find Mira, her only hope in this desperate situation. She hails the first taxi she sees and jumps in, her eyes scanning the road ahead as if willing the vehicle to move faster.

"'Drop me here,' Tasha instructs the cab driver as he got to her destination, her anxiety palpable as she waits for him to pull into the parking lot. She hands him a wad of cash and leaps out of the taxi, rushing towards Mira's compound with a sense of urgency.

She bangs on the door, her fists pounding against the wood as she awaits Mira's response. The door creaks open, revealing a startled Mira, whose expression changes from surprise to concern as she takes in Tasha's distraught face.

Tasha stands before Mira, her eyes brimming with tears as she utters the words she never thought she'd say: 'I'm ready, Mira. I'm ready to do it. I'll do the one night stand.' Her voice cracks with desperation, and Mira's expression changes from surprise to curiosity.

Mira's eyes narrow, trying to understand the sudden shift in Tasha's stance. She had been trying to convince Tasha to consider this option for so long, but Tasha's resistance had been steadfast. Now, Mira wonders what could have driven Tasha to this point of surrender.

"I can do it tonight, Mira. I can't let my mother die,' Tasha pleads, her desperation palpable.

Mira's words snap her back to reality, and she focuses on the sacrifice she's about to make. 'So, you're finally taking my advice and going through with a one night stand?' Mira asks, seeking confirmation. Tasha nods resolutely, her voice firm. 'Yes, Mira. I am. I'll do whatever it takes to save my mother's life."

... ... ... ... ...

"I feel so uncomfortable in this outfit," Tasha complains, her face scrunched in distaste. "It's too tight, short, and exposive. I can't believe I'm doing this," she adds, her voice laced with displeasure.

Mira shoots her a quick glare before responding in a vibrant tone, "You don't always have to be a killjoy, Tasha. Come on! You look good and sexy in this outfit."

Tasha takes one last glance at her reflection in the mirror, her unease palpable. Before she can protest further, Mira pulls her out of the room forcefully, into the night's dark cloud.

"I'm doing this for my mother," she reminds herself, trying to ease the guilt building up inside her. She already feels dirty standing by the roadside.

The evening breeze sweeps through her hair, scattering it in different angles, and she tries to hold onto the few strands she can, aligning them back into place.

"Stupid breeze!" she curses, after repeating the process for the fifth time. "How long are we going to wait for your Mr. Sweet?" she groans, frustrated, her legs aching. "My legs are aching already!" Mira only giggles before replying, "He'll be here soon, sweetie."

And just as if the universe could hear Mira's response, a fancy black jeep pulls up in front of them. The tinted window of the luxurious vehicle slides open, revealing a dark-haired man whose eyes are obscured by a dark shade.

His lips curve Into a sweet smile as he removes the shade, and Mira pouts, taking light steps towards the gigantic jeep. She places her straight, slender hand on the naked window of the car, her eyes boring into those of her lover. "What took you forever to get here?" she asks, her voice playful. "I'm sorry, babe. The traffic was something else," Eric replies, his smile soothing.

"Can we go already?" Tasha, who's clearly not enjoying the drama, intrudes. She pulls her revealing dress down continuously, trying her best to avoid eye contact with passersby, intent on protecting her image.

"Of course! Come in," Eric's voice welcomes her into the car. Immediately, she dashes into the vehicle, eager to escape the shame she's feeling. "Is she always this shy?" Eric asks, noticing her bashful behavior, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glances around Tasha.

"We aren't here to talk about my friend, babe. Let's go to the club and have fun," Mira responds with a smile, aware of Tasha's growing discomfort with Eric's questioning.

Eric nods, and without further ado, ignites the car, merging into the bustling streets of California. The nightlife beckons, and the trio sets off towards their destination, the excitement palpable in the air.

E&M COMPANY LIMITED

He storms out of the meeting hall, his face dripping with sweat, anger blazing on his face like a raging fire, and his eyes red with fury. His secretary and bodyguard scurry around him like obedient dogs, waiting for the next instruction from their master. They know him all too well; delay means deadly consequences.

"This is absurd!" he exclaims, his face reddening with rage. "How can they disapprove my business proposal? I've invested all my time and effort into this! How dare they reject me?" He clenches his fists, his anger palpable.

The sudden, piercing ring of the phone cuts through the air, exacerbating his irritation. "Who dared to let that phone ring?" he thunders, his deep blue eyes scanning the room, darting from his secretary to his bodyguard, searching for a target to unleash his fury upon.

"It's me, sir," his secretary stammers, swallowing hard, her eyes wide with fear. She knows her boss's reputation and the consequences of being on the receiving end of his wrath. She's aware that deflecting blame onto someone else will only lead to her downfall, as her boss will inevitably uncover the truth.

"You're fired!" he thunders, without hesitation or consideration. The ebony-colored woman can only stare at him in shock as he walks away, leaving her to face her sudden jobless status.

"Disturbing bit*h," he mutters as he exits the massive company building. "Sir Desmond, you have a message," his bodyguard says, holding out the office phone with a bow, waiting for his master to receive it.

"A message from whom?" Desmond Edward asks his bodyguard with a scowl, the message seemingly a lifetime disturbance to him, and attending to it the last thing on his mind.

"It is from your senior brother," the bodyguard replies, choosing his words carefully. "And what does it say?" Desmond asks, already entering his car parked right outside his company, E&M COMPANY.

"It says your father wants to have a meeting with you all tomorrow," the bodyguard responds. Upon hearing this, Desmond's heart skips a beat. "What could his father want this time around?" he wonders desperately. He knows his father has never been up to any good.

"Do you want to reply?" his bodyguard asks, breaking into his train of thought and pulling him back to reality. "No, I don't have to reply to that jerk," Desmond responds in a cold, dismissive tone, and the bodyguard nods abruptly.

"Drive to the Exotic club at the end of the street," Desmond orders his driver as soon as he's settled into his car. "I need to cool my head down."

Chapter 2: The Birth of Pain Desmond eyes is a bloodshot red from all the alcohol he has been consuming. "Bring more!" He screams at the waiter a silly smile hanging on his lips.

The waiter hurries away to get the requested, he isn't really to lose his job even when he knows the man is already wasted.

"How I love fun" he would shatter unnecessary words and laugh stupidly to his dry jokes. "Sir, I think you've had enough," His bodyguard who have been watching him drown himself in alcohol finally summons all his courage to admonish him even if it means losing his job.

He is no longer able to watch Desmond's downward spiral. Desmond's response is swift and venomous.

"How dare you? How dare you admonish me? Do you want to lose your job?" he slurs, his breath reeking of liquor as he spits in his bodyguard's face.

The young man remains adamant, unwavering in his stance, no longer concerned about losing his job. He's never seen his boss this drunk and wasted before, and his concern for Desmond's well-being grows.

"I am going to sack you, Joseph," Desmond slurs, his words sounding like a forced lullaby, the effects of the 10 bottles of harsh alcohol he's consumed clearly taking their toll.

"I... will sack... you," Desmond continues, his blazing red eyes fixed on his bodyguard, his voice laced with venom. But then, suddenly, his tone shifts, and he stammers, "I feel so useless, Joseph. I feel insanely useless. Why is life this cruel?" His words hang in the air, a stark contrast to the anger that had been radiating from him just moments before.

Joseph, taken aback by this unexpected outburst, watches closely, wondering if his boss is truly opening up to him. "I am sad, my dad is frustrating and pressurizing me. Nothing I do is ever good enough for him. He wants to disown me and doesn't want to give me what rightly belongs to me," Desmond continues, his face a picture of sober despair.

Joseph listens kindly, seeing the honesty in his boss's words, and notices the pain in his eyes as he speaks. But before Desmond can finish his sentence, he falls into a deep sleep, overcome with emotion.

Joseph gently picks his boss up from the table and leads him to the most expensive room in the popular bar, a private room reserved for him by the hotel manager.

The luxurious black jeep pulls up in front of the massive bar, and Eric smiles, his brown eyes sparkling with excitement as he gazes at the ladies.

Mira bounds out of the car, eager to start the night's adventures. Eric, her boyfriend, joins her, his face radiating enthusiasm. However, Tasha lingers in the car, seemingly hesitant to venture into the bar. "What's wrong, Tasha?" Mira asks, noticing her friend's reluctance to exit the vehicle.

"Emm... Uhm..." Tasha hesitates, but Mira cuts her off. "No Emm and Uhm, Tasha. Remember, we already concluded this conversation at home. You can't be having second thoughts now." Mira whispers into her ear, "Remember, you need this money for your mother's treatment."

Tasha knows Mira is right, and with a deep breath, she builds up her courage and steps out of the car after a final gasp.

"I can do this," she admonishes herself as she takes her first step out of the car. She trails behind Mira and her boyfriend as they walk into the bar.

"Hey, pretty lady," a man says, taking bold steps towards her. Mira notices and winks at her to stop and hear what the man has to say, but Tasha plays dumb.

She doesn't fancy the rough-looking man; although she's here for a one-night stand, she still knows the kind of man she wants. "Sorry, not interested," she says before the man can come any closer.

Without waiting for the disappointed man to utter another word, she quickens her pace into the bar. As she steps into the bar, the glamorous interior envelops her.

The dim lights hanging in each corner add to the exotic ambiance, giving the space an enticing, rich look. The smell of cigarettes wafts through the air, a constant reminder of the indulgent atmosphere, while the scent of strong liquor lingers, a persistent degree of sin.

Tasha settles into a corner, her mind flooded with conflicting thoughts. She tries to prepare herself for what's about to happen, but her eyes droop as the reality hits her – she's about to lose her virginity to someone who doesn't truly matter to her.

She had always envisioned giving it to a man she would spend her life with, but here she is, in a dimly lit bar, ready to sell it off to a stranger willing to pay a hefty sum. "A bottle of whiskey, please," she mutters to a nearby waiter, who nods and walks off to bring her order.

She's never had whiskey in her life, but from Mira's review, it seems to help with drunkenness, and that's exactly what she wants – a distraction. She can't imagine going through with this without some sort of numbing agent, so she's willing to try anything to blur her senses.

After having numerous cups her face is flushed with the blurring vision of alcohol she's just consumed. Her eyes are red, like a raging fire, and her lips are parted in a despicable grin.

Her hands wildly rampage across the walls, seeking solid ground and using it as a guiding light to stumble towards the toilet. Her bladder presses down even harder, urgently alerting her to the impending release of urine, which will spill in no second if she doesn't find a place to discard it.

She staggers into a nearby door, unaware of where she's heading, her main concern being to discard the urine that's pressing her bladder non-stop.

She's still blinded by the effects of the alcohol she's consumed, making it impossible for her to ascertain the right door to the toilet.

She emerges from the bathroom, satisfied that she's eased herself from the tension that had been building up inside her just minutes ago.

She lets out a contented sigh and bounces onto the bed, a few inches away from the bathroom door. Enveloped by the warm embrace of the gigantic bed, she dives off to sleep, unaware of what awaits her in the room.

A pushy hand dives into her short gown, the last thing she feels before she's lost in her dream world. The hands rampage deeper into her gown, tearing it apart in split seconds. In a few minutes, Tasha is left stark naked.

"Awesome body," a muscular voice cools with a hint of sarcasm in his resonant voice. He takes a good look at the sexy body staring right back at him from the bed.

Unable to wait to devour the goodies, he zips down his denim jeans, his little man already standing alert at the beauty in front of them.

With a half-pulled boxer, he pats Tasha's legs open and slides into her Jericho unannounced. Tasha felt uncomfortable in her sleep, feeling the impact of the forced affection, but her eyes were too blinded by sleep to ascertain what was befalling her.

She would twist and turn in disconfirmation, and her face would itch in a painful scowl even in her sleep. The man pulls out of her after having enough of her, and he falls on the bed, weakly diving off to sleep exhausted.

The morning sun flashes through his face, causing him to flicker his eyes in an attempt to adjust to the bright light. Seeing he can't control the piercing sun, he turns his face to the other side of the bed, where his eyes meet the most shocking thing.

On his bed lies a naked woman who sleeps peacefully, like she's in her comfort zone. His eyes dive to the blood covering a quarter of the bed, and his eyes widen even more. "What the......" He couldn't complete his statement when the previous night's incident flooded into his brain.

"Oh no! Damn!" He curses, remembering how he ripped the lady's clothes off and slipped into her jericho with no consent. "How could I be so drunk?" he asks, questioning his morality.

The lady, whom he once saw as a slut desperate for s*x, is now the one he feels great pity for. He feels he has taken something very important from her by taking her virginity.

"How could I be so stupid?" he curses, casting a blow on the innocent walls. "I have to take care of my mess and get the hell out of here before she wakes up and sees me. I can't let my image be ruined," he shutters, knowing the implications of his actions.

Without further delay, he pulls out a checkbook from his briefcase and quickly writes a check for the young lady. "This will fix this mess," he states. Placing his book back into his bag and arranging himself, he walks out of the room, leaving the lady to herself.

Chapter 3: A New Beginning

Tasha's ocean-blue eyes flutter open, but she quickly shuts them again, shielding herself from the harsh morning light that pierces through her like a dagger. She rubs her temples with her fingers, trying to shake off the haze.

On her second attempt, she slowly opens her eyes, squinting to adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings. 'Where am I?' she stammers, her voice laced with confusion and disorientation, as she struggles to recall the events that led her to this strange place.

As Tasha's gaze wanders around the opulent room, the events of the previous night seem like a distant dream, shrouded in a haze of uncertainty. She struggles to recall the sequence of events that led her to this grandiose space, her mind foggy and unclear.

The memories of the night before appear fragmented and disjointed, like pieces of a puzzle she can't quite assemble. She tries to shake off the fogginess, but the more she thinks, the more elusive the details become.

Tasha's eyes frantically scan the room, then fixate on her revealing gown, and she gasps, 'Damn!' as the events of the previous night come flooding back. 'It can't be... did I really?' she stammers, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

She can't shake off the feeling of unease as she tries to recall the details of the encounter. But as her gaze falls upon the bloodstain on the bed, she knows she can't deny the truth any longer. The evidence is stark, but her mind remains a complete blank – she can't remember who she was with, no matter how hard she tries.

Tears stream down Tasha's face as the reality of her actions sets in. 'I'm so, so sorry, Mom,' she whispers, her voice cracking with pain and regret. She's still trying to wrap her head around what happened, but the weight of her mistake is crushing her.

The thought of giving herself to a stranger, someone she doesn't even know, is almost too much to bear. She feels a deep sense of shame and betrayal, not just to her mother, but to herself.

But with a newfound determination to face the challenges ahead, Tasha slowly pulls herself out of bed, but a searing pain in her private area forces her back onto the mattress. 'Jess...' she groans, the agony intensifying.

Her frail hands grasp for the nearby cabinet to steady herself, accidentally knocking a piece of paper to the floor. As her gaze falls upon the paper, she instinctively picks it up, her eyes scanning the contents with a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Tasha's eyes widen in astonishment as she scans the contents of the paper, her lips parting in disbelief. 'This can't be,' she stammers, her voice trembling with emotion. 'I must be dreaming... $20 million? It can't be real!' She stares at the check, her mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of the amount.

Yet, as she looks again, the numbers and figures remain the same, a tangible reality that defies her doubts.

"With shaking hands, Tasha flips the check over, and her eyes land on a message that makes her blood boil. 'This is for taking your virginity away, sl*t' the text sneers. Her face burns with fury as she reads the words, her anger intensifying with each passing second.

"How dare he!' she seethes, her fists clenched in indignation. 'Does he think I'm some kind of slut, a mere object for his pleasure?' The word cuts deep, and Tasha's mind reels with the audacity of the stranger's insult.

"How dare he!' Tasha's voice trembles with rage, her eyes blazing with indignation. 'Who is this arrogant jerk?' she spits out, her words laced with venom. 'Does he think a mere check can compensate for taking my virginity? It's priceless, worth so much more than his paltry $20 million!' She snatches up the check from the bed, crumpling it in her fist as if it's tainted by the stranger's insult. Her anger is a palpable force, radiating from her very being.

"Do you think you are worth it?' Tasha's voice is laced with anguish, her eyes welling up with tears as she gazes at the check.

The pain and anger In her heart are almost too much to bear. With a heavy sigh, she sets the check aside and reaches for her phone, suddenly remembering her loved ones might be worried sick about her.

As she powers on her phone, she's met with a barrage of missed calls from her mother, Mira, and others, a stark reminder of the world outside her tumultuous thoughts.

"Damn!' Tasha curses, her anxiety spiking as she quickly dials her mother's number. The phone rings twice before a tense voice answers, 'Hello!' Tasha's confusion deepens as she realizes it's not her mother's voice on the other end.

"Who is this?' she asks, trying to keep her fear in check. 'Why do you have my mother's phone?' The stranger's presence on the other end of the line only adds to Tasha's growing unease.

"The nurse's distressed voice on the other end of the line sends Tasha's world crashing down. 'Your mother is dying, please bring the money for her treatment,' she pleads. Tasha's scream is primal, 'What!?' She drops the phone, letting it fall to the ground as the call ends.

For a moment, she's paralyzed by despair, crying out, 'Money... I need money!' But then, her gaze falls upon the check on the floor, and her instincts take over. She snatches it up and dashes out of the building, driven by a singular focus: to save her mother.

... ... ... ..

Tasha rushes down the hospital corridor, calling out to a doctor she sees exiting her mother's ward. 'Doctor! Doctor!!' She catches up to him, out of breath, and he turns to face her, a somber smile on his face. 'Miss Tasha,' he says, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of compassion and gravity.

The weight of his words hangs in the air like a challenge. Tasha thrusts the check into his hands, her voice trembling with urgency. 'Doctor, here's the money for my mother's surgery. Can we proceed now? Please?' Her eyes plead for a positive answer, her heart racing with anticipation.

The doctor's nod is almost imperceptible, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the devastating news he's about to deliver. 'I'm sorry, Tasha... we lost her.' The words hang in the air like a challenge, but to Tasha, they're unthinkable. She shakes her head, as if trying to dislodge the cruel joke.

Her glare is venomous, her face twisted in anger. 'How dare you speak of my mother like that?' she hisses, her mind racing with incredulity. 'How could you be so heartless?' she thinks, her heart heavy with grief and anger.

The doctor's gentle pat on her shoulder is a stark contrast to the harsh reality he's just revealed. 'I'm sorry, Tasha, but it is what it is,' he says, his face a picture of sorrow. He walks away, leaving Tasha frozen in shock.

But she can't stay still for long. With a newfound sense of urgency, she rushes to her mother's ward, desperate to see for herself. And then, she sees it. Her mother's lifeless body lies on the hospital bed, shrouded in a white blanket.

Tasha's instincts take over, and she rushes to her mother's side, yanking the blanket off with a swift motion. The sight that greets her is one she'll never forget.

"You're not dead, right? You're not dead!' Tasha cries out, her voice cracking with desperation as she shakes her mother's lifeless body.

She's clinging to a glimmer of hope, refusing to accept the reality before her. 'Just tell me this is all a joke,' she pleads, her words trembling with anguish.

But as she gazes upon her mother's still face, she knows deep down that it's not a joke. The truth hits her like a tidal wave, and she's consumed by a grief so overwhelming it threatens to shatter her very being.

Months later... ... ..

Tasha sits on the couch, lost in thought, savoring a plate of cashews. A soft smile plays on her lips as she gazes into the distance, still entwined in her fantasy. But her reverie is short-lived, as her phone vibrates, jolting her back to reality.

She glances at the screen, and her eyes widen as she sees the house agent's name flashing. She quickly answers the call, her heart racing with anticipation.

"Hello!' Tasha answers, her voice bright and cheerful. She cradles the phone in her right hand, using her left to support it, while her right hand continues to snack on cashews. 'The house is ready,' the agent's deep, masculine voice announces.

Tasha's face lights up with a smile. 'Thanks, I'll be moving in tomorrow then,' she replies, her tone confident and excited. With that, she ends the call, her mind already racing with thoughts of her new home.

Tasha's face glows with a warm smile as she ends the call. She gently rubs her stomach, feeling the familiar flutter of her twins kicking inside her. 'Hang in there, my little twinnies,' she coos, 'we're leaving this crazy city behind tomorrow."

Tasha's thoughts wander back to the life-altering moment she discovered she was pregnant, just two weeks after her mother's passing. She had been feeling unwell and visited the hospital for a checkup, only to be stunned by the news that she was expecting.

But that was not all – the ultrasound revealed she was carrying twins. And if that wasn't enough, the father was the stranger, a one-night stand she had tried to put out of her mind. The memory still leaves her breathless, a mix of emotions swirling inside her.

Another vigorous kick from the twins brings Tasha back to the present, and she laughs with delight. 'Aww, that was a loud one!' she exclaims, still smiling as she continues to gently rub her stomach, savoring the intimate connection with her little ones.

The gentle caress and soothing words are a testament to the love and anticipation she feels for her soon-to-arrive twins.

The next day... ..

The airport terminal is a hive of activity, with travelers rushing to their gates amidst a cacophony of announcements, chatter, and luggage carts, while the aroma of coffee and pastries wafts through the air. Outside, planes taxi and take off, their engines roaring as they soar into the sky, leaving trails of condensed water vapor in their wake.

Tasha steps off the plane, her eyes widen in wonder, drinking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the airport. With a deep breath, she savors the moment, her face alight with joy. 'Bye-bye, Mexico... welcome, America!' she whispers, her voice trembling with excitement.

Her gaze drops to her swollen belly, and she beams at her unborn twins, 'Welcome to America, little ones!' she coos, her heart swelling with love and anticipation for their new life together.