LIORA’S POV
The hospital room was dimly lit, the soft hum of monitors blending with the faint murmurs of nurses in the hallway. But none of it mattered. My eyes were fixed on the two tiny bundles nestled in the bassinet beside me—my children
My children.
The words still felt surreal as I watched their delicate fingers curl in their sleep, their soft breaths stirring something so deep in my chest it almost hurt.
The door creaked open, and Ronan stepped inside, his limp less noticeable now. But exhaustion shadowed his face, his eyes softened the moment they landed on me.
“You should really have your ankle checked,” I said, my voice tinged with concern as I studied the way he shifted his weight.
He waved me off. “It’s nothing. The pain’s easing up.”
I frowned. “Still, you need to see the Doctor and rest. You look exhausted.”
“I’ll rest,” he promised with a small smile, “but not until I know you and the babies are asleep.”