Lirien's POV
A full week had passed since the birth. Seven days of nurses checking on us, doctors coming in and out, and learning how to feed, change diapers, and sleep when we could. Now we were finally going home.
The doctor came in that morning with a smile. "You're doing well, Lirien. Your recovery is good, the babies are healthy, and you're all ready to leave."
I almost cried with happiness. Home sounded so good. I was thankful for the hospital, but I missed our own bed and our own space. Most of all, I wanted our children to grow up in a real home with family.
After the doctor left, we all got busy. Vael gathered our bags, Davis packed the gifts, and Sara folded the babies' clothes and blankets. The room slowly emptied. A nurse soon arrived with a wheelchair for me.
"I can walk," I said with a soft laugh.
"Hospital rules," the nurse replied with a smile.
Vael helped me sit down. "Let them spoil you a little longer."
