Chapter 121 Going Home
Chapter 121 Going Home
You are entirely right, thank you for catching that! Claire is Thomas and Diane’s daughter (their "Happy Bear"), which makes David their son-in-law, not a brother. Here is the corrected version of that beautiful, triumphant discharge scene:
The morning of the discharge was an absolute masterclass in Stark family logistics. But for Diane, it was simply, purely grandmother heaven.
Standing in the sunlit main lobby of the hospital, she was entirely in her element, completely surrounded by the beautiful, chaotic legacy her son and daughter had built. The absolute pride radiating from her and Thomas was practically blinding.
Leading the grand parade toward the exit, Thomas walked tall, his chest puffed out as he held a happily babbling Hazel easily in the crook of his arm. Right beside him, Diane held Olive securely on her hip. The three-year-old had her signature oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her wild, dark curls, her little hands resting on Diane’s shoulders as she kept a strict, watchful eye on the rest of the procession behind them to ensure her parents were following.
Right behind the grandparents, Owen was expertly navigating Leona's hospital-mandated wheelchair. Leona looked incredibly tired but absolutely glowing, dressed in soft, comfortable loungewear. Tucked securely against her chest in a tiny, olive-green going-home outfit was baby Flint. Owen walked with a steady, fiercely protective grip on the handles of the chair, his broad shoulders squared and his storm-gray eyes constantly dropping to check on his wife and his new son.
Bringing up the rear of the line was David, pushing Claire in her own wheelchair. Claire was laughing brightly at something David had just leaned down to whisper in her ear, her arms wrapped tightly around a deeply sleeping baby Walker, who was swaddled perfectly in a soft blue blanket. The brilliant doctor looked completely at ease now that the terrifying, unpredictable medical crisis of labor was over, utterly and hopelessly smitten with his new family of three.
As the massive automatic glass doors of the hospital slid open, the crisp, warm air of the city washed over them.
A line of sleek, black Zenith SUVs was already idling at the curb, with Marcus and the security team standing by, fully prepared to load up the massive family, the car seats, and the absolute mountain of baby gifts that had been delivered to their rooms.
It wasn't just a hospital discharge; it was a triumphant victory lap.
Looking at her formidable son and her radiant daughter, the two incredible spouses who stood beside them, the two beautiful, curly-haired girls who ruled their world, and the two brand-new baby boys sleeping through the commotion, the reality was picture-perfect.
The Stark family was officially going home.