The "Analog" Connection: Rina and the Heirs
[Jay's POV]
After the roasting subsided and the boys wandered off to the billiards room to discuss "Tactical Diapering," the pavilion became a soft sanctuary of moonlight and laughter. I was reclining on the outdoor lounge, my 7-month bump—the "Double-Heir" headquarters—feeling particularly active after all the excitement.
Rina approached me, her new vintage engagement ring catching the light. She looked at my stomach with a mix of awe and that gentle "Analog" curiosity she always had.
"May I?" she whispered, her voice like the rustle of the stationery she loved so much.
"Of course, Rina," I smiled, patting the space next to me. "Alexander and Aurora have been waiting for their new Auntie to check in."
The "Handwritten" Touch
Rina sat on the edge of the sofa and slowly placed her hands on the sides of my bump. Unlike Keifer's firm, possessive "Alpha" grip or Bridget's "Tactical" poking, Rina's touch was light—like she was smoothing out a piece of parchment.
"Hello, little ones," Rina murmured, leaning her head close to the fabric of my lavender dress. "I'm Rina. I'm the one who's been sending your Uncle Keigan all those letters. I hope you don't mind that I've been taking up his 'Processing Power' lately."
[Jay's POV]
The reaction was instantaneous. On the left side, Alexander—the Prince of Chaos—gave a sharp, strong thud right against Rina's palm. It was so forceful it made her hand jump.
"Oh!" Rina gasped, her eyes widening. "He... he responded! That felt like a 1,000% 'Verified' hello."
"That's Alexander," I laughed, feeling the familiar pressure. "He's definitely a Watson. He likes to make his presence known in the 'Primary File'."
The "Symphony" Sync
Then, the right side began to move. It wasn't a kick, but a slow, rolling wave. Aurora was stretching, pushing her tiny feet against Rina's other hand.
"And that's the Princess," I whispered. "Aurora usually waits for the 'Initial Scan' before she engages. She's observant."
Rina closed her eyes, a soft, serene smile spreading across her face. "They feel so... real. Not like 'Data Points' or 'Heirs to an Empire'. They feel like a poem that's still being written. I can feel their heartbeats, Jay. It's like a rhythmic 'Sync' that doesn't need any technology."
[Keigan's POV]
I stood in the doorway, watching them. My "Logic System" usually handled emotions by categorizing them, but seeing Rina—the girl who wrote me into a new version of myself—bonding with my niece and nephew... it created a 2,000% "Buffer Overload."
I walked over and knelt behind Rina, wrapping my arms around her waist as she stayed connected to Jay's bump.
"Are they 'Accepting' the new user, Rina?" I asked softly.
"They're doing more than that, Keigan," Rina replied, leaning back into my chest but keeping her hands on Jay. "They're 'Recognizing' me. It's the most beautiful 'Analog Input' I've ever experienced."
The "Double-Heir" Approval: [Jay's POV]
Suddenly, both twins kicked at the exact same time—a synchronized "Watson Strike" right where Rina and Keigan's hands met on my stomach.
"1,000%," I gasped, wincing slightly but smiling through it. "They just 'Digitally Signed' your engagement, you two. You officially have the 'Heir's Approval'."
"Data received," Keigan whispered, kissing the top of Rina's head. "The 'Family Sync' is officially complete."