Inside the hospital room, the atmosphere was light, warm, almost sacred.Adrian sat at Rita’s side, one baby asleep in his arms, the other tucked against Rita’s chest.Mr. Drake — the once cold, stern patriarch — stood by the window, hands behind his back, occasionally glancing at his grandsons with a rare smile softening his weathered face.Mrs. Drake couldn't stop fussing over the babies, cooing softly and wrapping the twins in tiny blankets she had rushed to buy.Adrian's sister was already taking pictures secretly, unable to contain her excitement at becoming an aunt.It felt surreal — like a wound that had long been open was finally being stitched closed.The Drakes — once divided, cold, and controlled by expectations — were finally feeling like a real family again.They started discussing plans for a small private welcome dinner, just close family only, to properly receive Rita and the twins into the Drake family.Mrs. Drake was excitedly suggesting decorations and baby gifts wh
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