Diane's POV
The morning sun streamed through the gauzy curtains of Joan's guest room, bathing everything in a warm, golden light. I unrolled my yoga mat by the window, savoring the sensation of the light breeze against my skin. This would be my first proper yoga session in weeks, and my body craved the familiar routine.
As I moved through the first few poses, I found myself smiling. The twins had been unusually quiet this morning, as if they too were enjoying the peaceful moment. My hand instinctively moved to my rounded belly, feeling the firm curve that housed my children. My children. The thought still filled me with wonder and a fierce protectiveness that sometimes took my breath away.
I was halfway through a modified sun salutation when I noticed my mother watching from the doorway, a fond smile on her face.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, already barefoot and dressed in comfortable clothes.
