Tyler's POV
The next morning dawned with the soft glow filtering through the hospital room window. I blinked away the remnants of a restless sleep, finding myself still perched in the armchair that had become my makeshift bed. A quick glance at the hospital bed confirmed that Danielle was back to her usual breathtaking self, radiating a beauty that transcended the harrowing night.
The twins, still nameless but peacefully asleep in their bassinet, were a testament to the fragile balance between the supernatural and the mundane. As I watched them, a sense of wonder mingled with the undercurrent of uncertainty that had settled in the room. I glanced at Danielle, her serene expression belying the supernatural complexities that surrounded our growing family. The birth of the twins had brought
