EREN'S POV

The moment the hospital doors close behind me, the world feels different.

Sunlight spills over the driveway, warm and golden, but I barely notice it. My hands are full. Two little boys, swaddled in blankets, both sleeping quietly against my chest. Their tiny bodies are perfect, and fragile.

The pack house is loud the second we arrive. People shouting, clapping, celebrating like it’s the greatest day of the year. Music plays somewhere in the background. Laughter and voices fill the air.

I barely hear it. I don’t hear it.

I only feel the weight of the babies in my arms.

“We are home now” I whisper, rocking them...