Your Feast, Your Majesty

Diane's POV

The entire drive home from the hospital, I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Every time I visualized Liam...the great, powerful CEO...sprinting through the hospital corridors in nothing but a flapping gown, I erupted into fresh peals of laughter. My stomach muscles ached from it, though the twins seemed to enjoy the vibrations, kicking exuberantly as if joining in on the joke.

"You two are going to be mischievous just like your mother," I chuckled, patting my belly affectionately.

As I pulled into Joan's driveway, I composed myself, attempting to arrange my features into something resembling solemnity. After all, I'd just visited my injured estranged husband in the hospital—I should appear at least somewhat affected.