"Everything looks small to you," Jenny says, looking up at him with a sleepily teasing smile. He's not wrong, though. If anything, they seem smaller now than should be possible with all the extra weight she's been carrying around, never mind actually giving birth to them. She would have loved them no matter what, but they're so tiny, so perfect, she can hardly fathom it. "It's incredible. I can't get over it."

There's a difference, after all, between knowing something will be the case and actually seeing it firsthand, holding one of her daughters. Plenty of people may do this, but these are theirs, and that's something special in its own right.