"She is not my baby," Iris remarked after she saw the baby in Cane's arms. "Where is my baby? Cane, where is our babies? This one is not Rora." Iris was silent for a while before she looked around her. "Cane, we have two babies, but why there is only one? Where are our babies?"
Cane felt there was someone stabbed him with a dull knife. His feelings were threatened to come out in a big wave, but he suppressed it, because there was nothing he could do but not to let himself fell apart.
"They are sleeping in the nursery room," Cane said gently and tugged her sleeves. "Go back to the bed, okay? If you are sick again, you will not be able to breastfeed our babies."
Iris stared at him and then the baby in his arms and then at him again. She pursed her lips, but then looked around again.
