“She would be proud of you.”
His shoulders dropped, the way they only did when someone struck a buried nerve.
I leaned into him.
“We’re all proud of him.”
He kissed the top of my head like he couldn’t help himself.
We spent an hour with her— passing babies back and forth, showing her pictures from the year, letting her tell the same three stories twice each without correcting her.
Every time she held one of the babies, she radiated joy.
Every time she looked at us together, she looked… peaceful, like she knew she could let go someday without worrying.
When the babies started fussing for their next feeding, Ben helped me pack everything up. Granny held my hand before we left.
“You did good, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Your granddaddy would say the same. You picked a man with a good heart.”
I smiled through tears.
“Sometimes I think he chose me.”
Ben cleared his throat.
“Sometimes I think it’s a miracle that you chose me back.”
Granny chuckled.
“Sometimes I think God likes drama and matchmaking.”
Ben blinked.
“Valid.”
She squeezed my hand once more.
“Be happy. That’s all I want.”
“We are,” I whispered.
“And give those babies all the kisses from me, every single day.”
“We always do.”
Ben kissed her cheek gently before we left. He tried to hide his emotion, but I knew him too well. Outside, in the hallway, he exhaled hard.
“Your grandmother… is something else.”
“She’s everything.”
He looked down at the twins.
“So are you.”
I nudged him with my hip.
“Come on, you brooding beast. Let’s get the kids home before they turn into gremlins.”
