Beverly's POV

My mother arrived on a Thursday afternoon with three suitcases and tears already streaming down her face.

She walked through our front door and stopped dead when she saw Emma holding Claire while I fed James on the couch.

"My baby has three babies," Mom sobbed while pressing her hands to her chest. "I cannot believe it. Three grandchildren."

Emma jumped up immediately. "Grandma! Come see. This is Claire and that is James. I am the big sister."

Mom knelt and hugged Emma ...