Grace’s POV

I straightened the tablecloth again and reached up to adjust the flowers sitting in the middle of the dining room table. Our family and friends would be arriving soon, and we would be sharing our news about the babies. I knew everyone would be happy for us. It felt right and good that every egg stolen from me would be given life.

I felt Hunter's arms slide around my waist from behind as his kiss landed on my shoulder. "Grace, leave the poor flowers alone." I could hear the ...