Diane's POV
I set the manila envelope with the prenatal vitamins aside and looked at Joan.
"Want to go show these to my mom? I bet she'll love seeing Liam finally get what he deserves."
Joan smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Absolutely. She's been waiting for some good news almost as much as you have."
I eased myself off the bed, feeling the pleasant weight of the twins as I stood. Joan followed me as we made our way down the stairs, my phone clutched firmly in my hand, treasure trove of satisfying images safely stored inside.
We found my mother in the kitchen, chopping vegetables at the counter, humming softly to herself. The domestic scene struck me as wonderfully normal.
"Mom," I called, unable to contain my smile. "You have to see this."
She looked up, setting down her knife and wiping her hands on a dish towel. "What is it? Is everything alright with the babies?"
"Everything's perfect," I assured her. Operation Wild Goose Chase was a complete success."
