Douglas POV
All week, I have watched Jessica FaceTime her father, and they've hit it off. You'd think they had known each other all their lives, given how many little quirks they share.
Today we went to the hospital, where Jessica got the all clear, she was healing well, and no complications that could be detected. From there, we headed to the ward to see our boys. They are gaining weight and looking less like scrawny dolls; they now have meat on them, and their faces are filling out, looking healthier. Feeding them is easier for me; I am getting used to holding those tiny boys, although don't ask me to change them or bathe them yet, they're too small for me to risk damage, I feel like I could snap their little arms and legs too easily, and let's not start on the head, and how to keep it
