Diane's POV
The phone rang just as I was settling into the couch with a cup of herbal tea, watching the twins perform their morning acrobatics routine inside my belly. Joan was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast and for once, everything felt peaceful.
"Hello?" I answered, recognizing the number.
"Hey, beautiful." Noah's warm voice immediately made my heart flutter, and I felt that familiar blush creep up my neck.
"Noah!" I shifted on the couch, trying to find a comfortable position that didn't put pressure on my ribs where one of the babies seemed determined to practice their soccer kicks.
"I'm calling to tell you I'd be travelling for work today," he said, and I could hear the conflict in his voice. "I'm supposed to catch a flight in two hours, but I wanted to check on you and the babies first. How are you feeling?"
