My nanny opens the door to my bedroom and gently lay Giselle down on the large bed, finally revealing the slight swell of her belly, previously hidden beneath my jacket.

"S-she’s pregnant," she stammers, visibly shocked—like everyone else, she believed Giselle couldn’t have children.

"Yes. And they’re mine!"

"What do you mean, they?"

"Just like I said—they’re mine. And they’re twins," I reply, a note of worry and tenderness slipping into my voice as I rest my hand over the small ...