The Big Moment

It was supposed to be a quiet day.

For once, there were no arguments about baby names.

No midnight cravings that required Lingling to drive across the city.

No emotional breakdowns over a documentary about sea turtles ("THEY JUST TRY SO HARD, LING, AND YET—THEIR LIVES ARE SO DIFFICULT!").

It was just... peaceful.

Orm was curled up on the couch, blanket draped over her legs, munching on mango slices and scrolling through her phone.

Lingling, ever the prepared strategist, was sitting nearby, completely absorbed in yet another article about pregnancy.

"Babe, did you know that contractions can start subtly before the water even breaks? We should time them carefully and—"

"And make sure to drink lots of water so you stay hydrated. Oh! And don't forget that labor can take hours before anything actually—"

Orm paused.

Mid-mango slice.

Completely still.

Lingling, still deep in research mode, didn't notice right away.

"—so statistically speaking, there's no need to panic right away when labor starts. We'll have plenty of time to—"

"Uh... babe?"

Lingling finally looked up.

Orm was staring down at her feet.

Expression?

Blank.

Body?

Completely frozen.

Lingling narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

A pause.

Then—

Orm looked up, expression carefully neutral.

"Babe, I think my water just broke."

All hell broke loose.

Lingling froze.

For the first time in her life—a life built on structure, order, and absolute control—her entire brain short-circuited.

Her perfectly structured mind?

Gone.

Her crisis management skills?

Deceased.

Her ability to form rational thoughts?

Obliterated.

"It... it WHAT?!"

Orm, still staring at the growing puddle beneath her, nodded slowly.

"Uh. Yeah. The babies are coming. I think."

Lingling stood up so fast she knocked over her laptop, her chair, and possibly the stability of the entire household.

"WHAT DO WE DO?!"

"Babe, breathe—"

"WHERE'S THE HOSPITAL BAG?! WHERE ARE THE KEYS?! WHERE IS MY SOUL?!"

Orm sighed.

She had anticipated this moment.

She had seen it coming from miles away.

So, calmly, methodically, she grabbed her phone and did the only logical thing.

📲 Group Chat: "Freen & Becky – The Ultimate Aunties"

🍼 Orm: SOS. Ling is spiraling. Water broke.

🍼 Becky: AHHHHHHHHH

🍼 Freen: ON OUR WAY.

Exactly two minutes later—

The front door SLAMMED open.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" Becky shouted, already in go-mode.

"WHO DO I FIGHT?!" Freen added, aggressively rolling up her sleeves like this was a WWE match.

They found Lingling pacing aggressively, hands on her hips, muttering to herself like a full-blown madwoman.

"We need an ambulance. No, we need a private jet. I should have booked a hospital wing. Maybe I should buy the hospital? Why didn't I prepare for this?"

Orm, still seated, still leaking amniotic fluid onto the floor, pointed at Lingling.

"Fix her."

Becky immediately grabbed Lingling's shoulders, locking eyes with her.

"LINGLING, focus. Where is the hospital bag?"

Lingling blinked.

"In the car."

"Good. Where are the car keys?"

"On the counter."

"And what's the next step?"

Lingling froze.

Then, as if processing a puzzle in real-time—

"...Drive to the hospital?"

Becky patted her head like a proud teacher.

"Good girl. Now let's go before Orm gives birth in the living room."

Cue absolute chaos.

The second Lingling slammed her foot on the gas, the car lurched forward so violently that Becky and Freen screamed in unison.

"BABE." Orm clutched her belly. "We need to actually make it to the hospital ALIVE."

Freen, white-knuckling the car door, paled.

"I did not sign up for Fast & Furious: Pregnancy Edition."

"I DID," Becky yelled over the sound of screeching tires. "BUT NOT LIKE THIS."

Lingling was laser-focused, gripping the wheel like she was in a high-stakes racing tournament.

Her eyes? Sharp.

Her determination? Unmatched.

Her respect for speed limits?

Nonexistent.

As Lingling swerved through traffic like she was auditioning for an action movie, Becky whipped out her phone.

Because if chaos was happening, everyone needed to know about it.

📲 Family Group Chat – "The Twins' Empire"

🍼 Becky: GUYS. IT'S HAPPENING. ORM'S WATER BROKE.

🍼 Becky: Also, Lingling is about to get arrested for reckless driving.

🍼 Freen: Someone prepare a lawyer just in case.

🍼 Orm: Can y'all not.

🍼 Lingling: NO ONE SPEAK TO ME RIGHT NOW.

At some point—

A police car pulled behind them.

Flashing lights.

Siren blaring.

Lingling did not slow down.

"Babe," Orm gasped, clutching her belly. "That is the POLICE."

"I KNOW."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL SPEEDING?!"

"BECAUSE MY WIFE IS IN LABOR AND I REFUSE TO LET THESE BABIES BE BORN IN TRAFFIC."

Meanwhile—

Freen was hyperventilating.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE, WE'RE GONNA GET ARRESTED, WE'RE GONNA BE ON THE NEWS—"

"IT'LL BE GREAT FOR THE BABIES' LEGACY," Becky argued, still texting.

Orm pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply.

Then, using her last ounce of sanity—

"Ling, I need you to listen to me."

"I AM DRIVING, ORMIE."

"Yes. And you're driving like we're in a heist movie."

"IT'S FINE—"

"NO, IT'S NOT. I REFUSE TO GIVE BIRTH WHILE YOU'RE BEING HANDCUFFED."

Lingling scowled but, finally, FINALLY, let her foot ease off the gas.

Freen nearly passed out from relief.

Becky sighed dramatically.

"Fine. But next time, let's take a helicopter."

Final Verdict?

No one was arrested.

No one died.

But Lingling was definitely getting a speeding ticket.

And they still had to survive the actual childbirth.

The moment they arrived, all hell broke loose.

Lingling slammed the brakes so hard the car came to a screeching halt directly in front of the emergency entrance.

"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" she yelled, already unbuckling herself before the car had fully stopped.

Becky and Freen? Still screaming internally.

Orm? Still in labor.

And then—

Lingling jumped out of the car like an action hero, her entire aura radiating emergency mode.

As soon as Lingling burst into the hospital lobby, the nurses at the front desk—who were completely calm, completely professional, completely trained for this exact situation—looked up and saw the absolute storm of a woman charging at them.

"SOMEBODY HELP HER!" Lingling shouted, pointing dramatically at Orm like she was a critically wounded soldier.

The nurse at the desk did not even blink.

"Ma'am, we have professionals here—"

"I DON'T CARE. TREAT HER LIKE A QUEEN."

Orm, still sitting in the car, very much still alive, rolled down the window.

"Babe. I just need a wheelchair—"

Lingling spun around.

"I WILL CARRY YOU IN."

And she almost did.

Almost.

Lingling was already halfway to lifting her extremely pregnant wife bridal-style when a nurse intervened just in time.

"Ma'am—ma'am, please—WE HAVE A WHEELCHAIR."

Lingling reluctantly backed off, her entire expression still on high alert.

"Fine. But I'm supervising everything."

"That's... kind of our job, ma'am."

"NOT TO MY STANDARDS."

By the time they actually got Orm into the wheelchair—

Becky and Freen had officially lost it.

Freen was taking deep breaths like she had survived war.

Becky was recording everything for "future blackmail purposes."

And Lingling?

Still on high alert.

"If anything happens to her, I will buy this hospital and fire you all." she warned the nurse.

"Ma'am, please just let us do our jobs."

Meanwhile, Orm, mid-contraction, sighed.

"This is going to be a long night."

And she was so, so right

The doors to the hospital burst open as Orm's mother and Lingling's mother rushed inside, practically running.

"WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!" Orm's mother demanded, tears already streaming down her face.

"WHERE IS LINGLING?!" Lingling's mother, Madame Kwong, yelled at the same time.

A poor nurse barely had time to react before the two women stormed toward the front desk.

"Ma'am, please, you need to sign in—"

"NOT NOW, YOUNG LADY, I AM ABOUT TO BECOME A GRANDMOTHER," Madame Kwong interrupted, waving a perfectly manicured hand.

"MY BABY IS HAVING BABIES," Mae Koy wailed, clutching her chest dramatically.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING," Madame Kwong cried, grabbing Mae Koy's hands.

The nurses stared.

The security guard was on the verge of calling backup.

And then—

A calm but exhausted voice came from down the hall.

"They're both fine. You can stop terrifying the hospital staff now."

The mothers turned sharply.

Lingling was standing there, looking completely overwhelmed, disheveled and absolutely dead inside.

"LINGLING!" Madame Kwong rushed forward and gripped her daughter's face. "My sweet child! You're going to be a mother! I never thought I'd live to see the day!"

Lingling blinked. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"BECAUSE IT'S TRUE!" Madame Kwong sniffled, grabbing Lingling's hand. "You've always been so serious and focused on your company, we thought we'd have to BRIBE you to have children!"*

"And yet, here I am."*

"Miraculous," Madame Kwong wiped her tears. "Absolutely miraculous."*

Lingling sighed, looking like she wanted to evaporate.

"Is Orm okay?" Mae Koy asked, her voice suddenly panicked.

"Yes, Mom, she's in labor. You know, the thing that happens before babies are born."

"OH MY GOD, SHE'S IN LABOR?!"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK WE'RE DOING HERE?!"

Just as Lingling was trying to calm the two crying women down, Orm's father and Lingling's father, walked in.

Unlike their wives, they were calm.

Too calm.

Like men who had already accepted their fate.

"What took you so long?" Lingling asked, narrowing her eyes.

"We parked the car," Mr. Kwong replied, completely unfazed.

"And then we sat for a while," Orm's father added. "You know. Just taking in the moment."*

Lingling stared.

"Taking in the moment?"

"Well, yes," Mr. Kwong said with a shrug. "You and Orm are bringing two little girls into this world. This is historic. We needed a moment to mentally prepare."

"Meanwhile, our wives were about to start a riot." Orm's father gestured toward their dramatically weeping wives.

Lingling pinched the bridge of her nose. "You two were sitting in the parking lot while I was having a mental breakdown?"

"Yes," both men nodded in sync.

"Unbelievable," Lingling muttered.

Orm's father clapped Lingling on the back, smiling. "How does it feel?"

Lingling, still in a state of shock, whispered, "I need a drink."*

"Not happening," Mr. Kwong smirked. "You have babies now."*

"Then I need therapy."*

"That, we support."*

Of course, because nothing was ever normal, Becky and Freen had been recording since they arrived.

"Oh my God, I'm getting all of this on camera," Becky grinned. "Sirilak and Norrawan need to see the moment their mother lost her mind."*

"DELETE THAT," Lingling snapped.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT," Becky and Freen said in perfect unison.

Lingling turned to Freen. "Why are you encouraging this?"

Freen just smirked. "I don't know. Maybe because it's fun watching you unravel?"

"Traitors. All of you."*

Once the crying slowed down (and by that, we mean just a little), the mothers immediately switched gears.

Madame Kwong grabbed Mae Koy's hands.

"We must spoil them rotten."

"Absolutely. Nothing but the finest for Sirilak and Norrawan!"*

"They will be the most stylish babies in the country!"*

"And well-educated! We'll get them tutors, language coaches—"

"And a private chef! Organic meals only—"

"Oh! And we must begin planning their future!"*

Lingling, watching the chaos unfold, whispered to Orm, "Are we even necessary as parents at this point?"

Orm, laughing softly despite the contractions, squeezed Lingling's hand. "Nope. But it's cute watching you stress about it."

Lingling groaned, but deep down, she was relieved.

Her daughters were already loved beyond measure.

At some point—between the chaos, the teasing, and Lingling questioning all her life choices—

Orm was wheeled into the delivery room.

Lingling?

STILL PANICKING.

The nurses were exhausted.

The doctors were used to it.

And Orm?

"Babe, if you pass out, I swear—"

"I'M FINE."

She was not fine.

But then—

The doctor, clearly trained for panicked spouses, turned to Lingling.

"Ma'am, would you like to hold her hand?"

Lingling took this VERY seriously.

She grabbed Orm's hand like her life depended on it.

"Orm, do you need ice? Water? Pillows? Gold bars? A new house? I CAN BUY WHATEVER YOU NEED."

Orm, sweating, gripping her hand, wheezing from pain, could barely get the words out—

"Babe, just stay with me."

Lingling,  stopped spiraling.

She nodded.

And held on tighter.

The first cry echoed through the delivery room.

Then—

Another.

Lingling froze.

Her hands clenched into fists.

Her breath hitched.

Her heart stopped.

And then—

Her entire world shifted.

The doctor gently handed Orm the first baby.

Tiny.

Wrinkly.

Soft.

Perfect.

Orm let out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding, her lips trembling as she stared down at their daughter.

Lingling?

Lingling just stared.

Her chest felt like it was going to explode.

Her vision blurred.

Everything around her—the nurses, the hospital sounds, the rest of the world—faded into the background.

And then—

The CEO of Kwong Corp, the most composed woman in the world—

BURST INTO FULL-ON, UNCONTROLLABLE SOBBING.

"Oh my God."

Orm snapped her head up, still in shock.

"Babe—"

Lingling covered her mouth with both hands, her entire body shaking.

"Oh my God, they're real," she cried, voice cracking. "They're so... tiny. And soft. And ours."

Tears streamed down her face.

She had never, not once, lost control like this.

Not in business.

Not in arguments.

Not even when she realized she had fallen hopelessly in love with Orm.

But now?

Now, she was gone.

Absolutely, completely, irreversibly gone.

The nurse gently handed her the second baby.

The moment Lingling's arms cradled that impossibly small body—

She completely fell apart.

Her entire soul shattered into a million pieces.

She let out a broken sob, her forehead resting gently against her daughter's.

"My daughters," she whispered, voice shaking. "They're... here."

Orm smiled through her own tears.

"Babe, we did it."

Lingling pressed soft, reverent kisses to their tiny hands, still weeping uncontrollably.

"You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful. I love you. I love you so much."

Orm watched her wife—the woman who had spent her entire life building walls, controlling every situation, never letting anyone see her vulnerable—

And smiled.

Because those walls were gone.

And in their place?

A mother who had already given her entire heart away to the two tiny humans in her arms.

Lingling, still crying, managed a trembling smile.

She gazed down at the firstborn, brushing a thumb gently over her cheek.

"Sirilak."

Orm nodded.

"Our eldest."

Lingling gently cradled the other baby, her heartbeat syncing with hers.

"And Norrawan."

Orm smiled through exhaustion, through the overwhelming love flooding her system.

"Sirilak and Norrawan."

She repeated the names, testing them.

Grinning, because nothing had ever felt more right.

"Perfect."

Lingling choked back more tears, pressing another kiss to their tiny foreheads.

"More than perfect."

The hospital room was quiet.

Not an empty silence—but the kind of quiet that comes before something big.

Something monumental.

Orm, exhausted but glowing, was resting in bed, both babies tucked safely in her arms.

Lingling, who had not stopped staring at them for the past two hours, sat beside her, looking like she had just witnessed the meaning of life itself.

And then—

The door opened.

The first to step in were both sets of parents.

And the moment their eyes landed on the babies—

Absolute. Emotional. Meltdown.

Mae Koy, who had already been emotional since they arrived at the hospital, took one look at the tiny, delicate newborns—

And IMMEDIATELY burst into fresh tears.

"My baby... my baby had babies..." she sobbed, clutching her chest.

Orm's father, normally a composed man, rubbed his face aggressively, clearing his throat.

"Darling, breathe," he tried to say, though his voice was thick with emotion.

But Mae Koy was gone.

Absolutely, completely gone.

She stepped closer, hands shaking slightly, her gaze locked onto the two little bundles wrapped snugly in soft white blankets.

"They're so small..." she whispered, voice trembling.

Lingling, without hesitation, helped Orm carefully place Sirilak into her grandmother's arms.

Mae Koy let out a soft gasp, cradling the baby as if she was the most precious thing in the universe.

"Oh my heart..." she whispered, tears spilling freely. "Sirilak... she's so beautiful..."

Orm's father, standing beside her, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and chuckled.

"She has Orm's nose."

Orm, smiling sleepily, murmured, "I know, right?"

Lingling watched, completely mesmerized.

She had never seen her in-laws this soft, this emotional.

For a moment, they weren't parents-in-law.

They were just two loving grandparents, holding their grandchild for the first time.

And then—

Mae Koy looked up at Lingling, eyes still shining.

"Thank you," she whispered, voice raw with emotion. "For taking care of my daughter. For giving us these precious babies."

Lingling, completely overwhelmed, swallowed hard.

She wasn't sure how to respond.

So she simply nodded.

Then, voice barely above a whisper—

"It's my greatest honor."

While Orm's parents were having their full breakdown, Madame Kwong and Mr. Kwong were standing there, frozen.

Absolutely silent.

For the first time ever.

Lingling's brow furrowed.

Madame Kwong, who always carried herself with absolute elegance and control, was...

Shaking.

Her hands covered her mouth.

Her eyes were wide, unblinking, glistening.

Mr. Kwong, normally calm and composed, was just staring at Norrawan like he couldn't process what he was seeing.

Lingling tilted her head.

"Mom? Dad?"

Madame Kwong sniffled.

"I... I truly never thought..." she whispered.

Then she let out a soft, broken laugh.

"Lingling... you're really a mother."

Lingling, who had been holding Norrawan, hesitated for only a second before gently placing her into her own mother's arms.

The second Madame Kwong felt the tiny weight in her arms—

She lost it.

Her lips trembled.

Her breath shook.

And then—

Tears. Streaming. Full-on breakdown.

"Oh, my beautiful grandchild..." she whispered.

Lingling blinked rapidly, trying to stay composed, but the moment her mother looked up at her with such raw emotion—

Tears welled up in her own eyes.

Madame Kwong rocked Norrawan gently, holding her like a fragile treasure.

"You've made me the happiest mother in the world today, Lingling," she whispered.

Lingling, voice trembling, let out a shaky breath.

"And I..." her voice cracked. "I've never been happier in my entire life."

And then—

Mr. Kwong, who had been silent this entire time, finally stepped forward.

He looked at his daughter, his granddaughter, and the woman Lingling had built a life with.

Then, in a rare moment of pure warmth, he rested a strong, reassuring hand on Lingling's shoulder.

"Lingling."

She turned to face her father.

He looked right into her eyes.

"I am so, so proud of you."

Lingling completely broke.

A single tear slipped down her cheek.

Mr. Kwong gave her a small, warm smile.

"And..." he added, voice teasing. "I cannot wait to spoil these two more than you can handle."

Lingling let out a soft, watery laugh.

For the past hour, Becky and Freen had been standing outside the hospital room, vibrating with anticipation.

They had been pacing, whisper-screaming, and dramatically clutching each other like they were waiting for a life-changing exam result.

The second the nurses gave the go-ahead for more visitors—

They stormed in.

Like a hurricane.

A very emotional, very loud hurricane.

The moment Becky stepped into the room, she came to a screeching halt.

She froze, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, completely paralyzed at the sight before her.

Her eyes, already red and puffy from pre-crying in the hallway, immediately welled up again.

Freen, who had been trying to play it cool, saw the babies—

And immediately lost it.

Tears.

Immediate tears.

Becky let out a strangled breath.

"Oh my God."

Her voice was so soft, so full of raw emotion that even Lingling—who had spent the past few hours trying to keep her composure—felt her own throat tighten.

"They're so tiny," Becky whispered, like she was afraid to speak too loudly and shatter the moment.

Lingling, who had been sobbing nonstop earlier but was now on the path to recovery, smirked.

"Well, they are newborns."

Becky completely ignored her, turning to Orm with a sudden emotional sob.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE THESE, BABE."

Orm snorted.

"I had help, you know."

Freen, still frozen, still staring at the two tiny bundles, murmured, "They look alike..."

She sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

Lingling, still slightly emotional but physically incapable of letting something this dumb slide, deadpanned, "They're twins, Freen."

Becky, snorting through her tears, wheezed.

"Freen, that's literally how twins work."

"I KNOW," Freen huffed, aggressively dabbing at her eyes. "I just—oh my God, they're so beautiful."

Lingling, rubbing her temples, sighed.

"You two are already crying, and you haven't even held them yet."

The second Lingling even implied they hadn't held the babies yet, Becky wiped her tears aggressively and snapped to attention.

"I NEED TO HOLD THEM IMMEDIATELY."

"Gentle," Orm warned, giving her a pointed look as Lingling carefully passed Sirilak into Becky's arms.

And then—

The most shocking thing happened.

Becky—loud, chaotic, no-filter, constantly hyperactive Becky—

Went completely soft.

Her entire expression melted the second Sirilak was in her arms.

She held her like she was the most fragile thing in the world, like she had just been entrusted with the most important mission of her life.

"Oh my God..." she whispered, voice trembling.

Her usual boisterous energy vanished.

All that was left was pure, absolute awe.

On the other side of the bed, Freen, now holding Norrawan, was just as mesmerized.

She gently rocked her, looking down at her tiny face like she had just discovered a new universe.

"They're so perfect..." Freen murmured.

Lingling, watching them both, felt her heart swell.

"I know," she said softly, a warm, fond smile stretching across her face.

And in that moment—

The chaotic, ridiculous, slightly unhinged duo of Freen and Becky—

Had officially become the most devoted aunties in the world.

Just as everyone thought the emotions had settled—

Just as things were calming down, with the grandmothers still doting, the aunties still gently cradling their precious nieces, and Lingling finally breathing properly—

The door BURST open.

And in came...

MILK.

With zero hesitation.

With maximum volume.

With the energy of a person who had just been shot out of a cannon.

"WHERE ARE MY NIECES?!" she yelled at full decibel, practically tripping over her own feet as she charged into the room.

The babies?

Completely unaffected.

The adults?

Terrified.

Becky immediately grinned.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

Milk stormed in, eyes already brimming with tears, like she was about to witness the second coming of a divine miracle.

She sprinted straight to the hospital bed, nearly colliding with the chair Freen was sitting in.

She clutched her chest as she gazed down at the babies, completely overwhelmed.

"OH MY GOD, THEY'RE SO SMALL!"

Lingling, immediately on high alert, lifted a finger.

"You're going to wake them—"

Too late.

Milk was already in full-blown auntie meltdown mode.

She leaned in super close, whispering dramatically like she was about to deliver a life-altering prophecy.

"Nong Sirilak. Nong Norrawan. I am your favorite auntie, okay? You will love me the most."

Becky fake gasped, clutching her heart like she had just been betrayed.

"Excuse me?!"

Milk whipped around, completely unbothered.

"I GOT HERE LAST, BUT I LOVE THEM THE MOST," she declared, placing a gentle hand on each baby's tiny feet.

Then, with all the seriousness in the world—

"I WILL PROTECT THEM WITH MY LIFE."

Freen snorted, still rocking Norrawan gently.

"Milk, you literally just met them."

Milk's head snapped toward her.

"AND IT WAS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT."

Everyone groaned.

Everyone laughed.

Everyone knew there was no winning against Milk's dramatic declarations.

Orm, watching from the bed, exhausted but grinning, turned to Lingling.

"Are you ready for our daughters to be spoiled forever?"

Lingling sighed, shaking her head.

"We don't even exist to them anymore."

"CORRECT," Milk confirmed instantly, still holding Sirilak's tiny fingers like they were made of gold.

"Lingling who? Orm who? These babies are my world now."

Lingling groaned.

But—

She couldn't hide the soft smile tugging at her lips.

The room was filled with warmth.

With sniffles.

With whispers.

With quiet laughter.

Orm, exhausted but happy, rested her head against Lingling's side.

Lingling, who had spent months terrified of being a mother, now sat there—watching everyone love their daughters just as much as she did.

She exhaled slowly, feeling something deep in her chest—a kind of peace she never knew she needed.

Then, softly, gently, she kissed the top of Orm's head.

"We did it, babe," she whispered.

Orm, smiling sleepily, nuzzled into her warmth.

"Yeah... we really did."

And as their new family sat together, overwhelmed with love—

Lingling knew.

This was everything.

And she wouldn't trade it for the world.