"Twins." Leo's voice carried disbelief. Joy. Terror. Everything. "We're having twins. After Isabella's traumatic birth. After barely surviving NICU. After everything. We're having two more. Simultaneously. I don't. I don't know if we can handle this. Don't know if I'm ready. Don't know if. If we're capable."

"You are," Dante said firmly. Voice of experience. Voice of survival. Voice of someone who'd raised twins. Multiple times. "It's hard. Exhausting. Overwhelming. Impossible some days. But you're capable. You're strong. You're prepared. And you're not alone. We're here. Family is here. Support is here. You'll manage. You'll survive. You'll thrive."

"But Maya's history. The premature birth. The complications. The infection. What if....