The world outside our room faded into a dull hum. Nothing else mattered—just the warmth of my babies against my chest and the steady presence of Idris beside me.

Our son let out a tiny yawn, his little face scrunching up before settling into sleep. His sister nuzzled closer, her tiny fingers curling against my skin.

“They’re so small,” I whispered, my throat tightening with emotion.

Idris’s arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me close. “They’re strong, just like ...