The day started with laughter. It always did now.

Bryan woke first, his hand instinctively finding the curve of Violet’s belly before his eyes even opened. The twins were already awake or at least, awake enough to kick like they owned the place. He smiled against her shoulder, whispering, “Morning, little warriors.”

Violet stirred, her hair a tumble of gold against the pillow. “They’re getting stronger,” she mumbled, eyes half open.

“They take after you,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “Persistent. Loud. Impossible to ignore.”

She giggled, eyes fluttering open to meet his. “You sound proud of that.”

“I am,” he said simply. “Every heartbeat inside you is a miracle...