Diane's POV
The morning sun streamed through my hospital room window as I carefully adjusted Dylan in my arms while Danielle slept peacefully in her bassinet.
Two days had passed since their birth, and I was finally being discharged. The twins were perfect...healthy, beautiful, and already showing distinct personalities despite being only forty-eight hours old.
"Are you ready to go home, sweetheart?" my mother asked softly, adjusting the tiny pink blanket around Danielle's face, her eyes still misty with joy every time she looked at her grandchildren.
She'd barely left my side since the birth, alternating between tears of happiness and fierce protective mode whenever the nurses came to check on us.
