*Samantha*
I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, each soft coo from the two small cribs beside me sending waves of warmth coursing through me. The faint scent of antiseptic mingled with the sweet smell of freshly bathed babies - a scent I was beginning to associate with love, hope, and the promise of a new chapter. I looked down at the two bundles of joy, my heart swelling as I softly brushed their tiny fingers.
"Can you believe it, little ones?"I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're both here. You made it."
A flood of memories surged as I gazed down at my newborn twins. Each challenging moment I had endured with Archer - those late nights filled with worry, the uncertain road we traversed to reach this point - felt like stepping stones leading me to this perfect moment.
