Douglas POV
I woke to voices arguing in the hallway.
It was confusing, and I felt it had something to do with me.
Then I heard Jessica's voice, cool, calm, and deadly. I know that voice, and when she uses it, the person on the receiving end should look out because she would rip you a new one if you don't back off. She has a side of her that is rare to see. I have seen it twice since we have been together.
Soon, Grandma and Grandpa entered, carrying the babies, making my eyes light up at seeing them at long last.
"How are you doing, son?" Grandpa asked as he placed the carry crib on the table, and removed Austin, handing me the sleeping boy. I could only hold onto him with my left arm; he put a pillow behind my son, making it safer for him, and pushed the button to sit me up.
I was
