I stretch for the first time in what feels like forever, relishing the freedom of movement now that I can finally see my knees again. The weight I had grown so accustomed to is gone, and yet, something even heavier fills the space in my heart—a warmth, a sense of completeness as I glance toward the small bassinet beside me.
The twins are sleeping soundly, their tiny chests rising and falling in peaceful rhythm. Niall's tiny fingers curl slightly in his sleep, while Thieran's nose scrunches up, as if something in his dreams is displeasing him. They're perfect. So small, so fragile, yet already so full of life.
A commotion outside the door catches my attention, and before I can even ask, Thorne strides into the room, looking… put-upon.
