Chapter 88: Your Feast, Your Majesty
Diane’s POV
The entire drive home from the hospital, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Every time I visualized Liam...the great, powerful CEO...sprinting through the hospital corridors in nothing but a flapping gown, I erupted into fresh peals of laughter. My stomach muscles ached from it, though the twins seemed to enjoy the vibrations, kicking exuberantly as if joining in on the joke.
"You two are going to be mischievous just like your mother," I chuckled, patting my belly affectionately.
As I pulled into Joan’s driveway, I composed myself, attempting to arrange my features into something resembling solemnity. After all, I’d just visited my injured estranged husband in the hospital—I should appear at least somewhat affected.
But as I approached the house, I noticed something unusual. Mom and Joan were standing outside by the front door, their faces masks of worry. Mom was wringing her hands...a nervous habit she’d had since I was a child...while Joan paced back and forth, checking her watch every few seconds.
The sight was so comical I nearly burst into laughter again. Did they think I wouldn’t return? That I’d somehow been abducted by Liam’s henchmen while visiting him in the hospital?
I purposely slowed my walk, drawing out their agony for a few more seconds.
"You should see your faces!" I called out as I approached. "I didn’t go on a suicide mission! And why are both of you standing by the door like sentinels?"
They stared at me in disbelief, neither speaking as I reached them.
"Well?" I prompted, arching an eyebrow. "Are we going to stand out here all day, or can a pregnant woman get some rest?"
That seemed to snap them out of their trance. Mom hurried to open the door while Joan hovered close to my side, as if afraid I might collapse at any moment.