All Chapters of Finding You Both : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter Sixty-OneChristmas Day ended exactly how everyone expected.With too much food.Too many presents.And children who were far too excited to sleep.Lillie finally gave in around seven o'clock.Completely exhausted.The toddler had spent the entire day being passed between family members.Opening presents.Stealing wrapping paper.Attempting to eat a candy cane.Roman had stopped counting how many photographs he'd taken.Now she slept peacefully upstairs.Clutching a stuffed rabbit she'd received that morning.Downstairs the adults finally had a moment to breathe.The children were asleep.The dishes were mostly done.The house was quiet.For once.Harper and Noah were sprawled across one couch.Harper's feet firmly in Noah's lap.A position she'd decided was permanent.Across from them Daisy lay comfortably on her chair-bed.Wrapped in blankets.Roman sitting beside her.One hand absentmindedly resting on her leg.The fire crackled softly.Christmas lights twinkled around the

Chapter Sixty-ThreeEverything happened at once.One minute everyone had been focused on Daisy.The next—Harper's waters were on the hospital floor.And suddenly the maternity ward exploded into motion.Nurses appeared from nowhere.Doctors were called.Monitors were wheeled in.Questions fired in every direction.Noah looked completely shell-shocked."What do you mean your waters broke?"Harper stared at him."My waters broke, Noah.""I know but—"Another nurse appeared."Sir, we need to assess your wife."Noah immediately stepped aside.Still looking horrified.Across the room Daisy almost laughed.Almost.Because somehow only Noah could sound surprised that waters breaking meant waters breaking.Unfortunately there was nothing funny about the situation.The twins were early.Far too early.And Daisy was heading for surgery.The reality of both situations hit simultaneously.Roman stood beside Daisy's bed.One hand gripping hers.The other brushing hair from her face.Neither wante

Chapter Sixty-FiveThe day after the babies were born felt strangely unreal.Nobody had slept.Nobody had eaten properly.Nobody knew what day it was anymore.Christmas.Boxing Day.The day after.Everything had blurred together.Three babies.Three incubators.Three tiny fighters.And somehow life outside the hospital was still continuing.Roman was the first one to remember."Lillie."Daisy looked up from Violet's incubator.Immediately guilty."Oh God."Not because they'd forgotten their daughter.Never that.But because everything had happened so fast.Poppy.Theo.Lillie.Three children suddenly spending Christmas with the nanny while all four adults lived at the hospital.Roman immediately pulled out his phone.The nanny answered on the second ring."How are they?"The question came before hello.Roman smiled.For the first time that morning."They're okay."The nanny exhaled audibly."Oh thank goodness."Roman glanced toward Violet.Tiny.Sleeping.Perfect."Violet's here."The

Chapter Sixty-SevenNew Year's Eve was nothing like anyone had planned.No parties.No fancy dinners.No celebrations.No midnight countdowns surrounded by friends.Instead—it was spent in a hospital.And strangely?Nobody wanted to be anywhere else.The NICU had become their world.Every morning started there.Every evening ended there.Every conversation eventually found its way back to three tiny babies.Three tiny babies who were slowly getting stronger.Violet had gained a little weight.The twins were doing well.There were still scary moments.Still worries.Still setbacks.But for the first time since Christmas—there was progress.Real progress.That morning Roman arrived carrying coffee.Noah arrived carrying breakfast.Both men looked exhausted.Both men were exhausted.But there was something different today.Something lighter.Hope.Because every update had been good.Not perfect.But good.And right now good felt amazing.Inside Harper's room Noah sat beside her bed.A

Chapter Sixty-NineA week into January, the hospital had become a second home.Not that anyone wanted it to be.But routines had formed.Morning rounds.NICU visits.Coffee runs.Updates.More coffee.The babies were growing.Slowly.Steadily.Exactly as the doctors wanted.Every tiny gain felt enormous.Ten grams.Twenty grams.A good feed.A stronger cry.A little less oxygen.Victories nobody had understood before.Victories nobody would ever take for granted again.That morning Daisy was sitting beside Violet's incubator.A blanket draped over her legs.A notebook in her lap.Roman paused."What are you doing?"Daisy looked up."Writing."Roman frowned."You're working.""No.""That looks suspiciously like working.""It's not."Roman remained unconvinced.Daisy sighed dramatically."I'm making notes.""For?"Daisy smiled softly."The girls."Roman blinked."What girls?"Daisy stared."You have two daughters.""Oh."Fair.Roman sat beside her.The notebook rested in Daisy's lap.Ti