Orlin PoV
As the room settled into a hushed calm, I walked over to the bassinet where our sons lay. They were so small, so cute. The eldest, with his white hair and blue eyes, seemed almost otherworldly, while the younger, with his brown hair and amber eyes, looked warm and grounded. I felt a swell of pride and love that made my chest ache.
I gently picked them up, one in each arm, and carried them back to Mia's bedside. Sitting down, I positioned them so that they could be as close to her as possible.
"Look at your mama, little ones," I murmured softly. "She fought so hard to bring you into this world. She's one of the strongest people I know, and she's going to be alright."
As if sensing the importance of the moment, both boys quieted, their tiny eyes blinking up at me and then at Mia. I felt tears well up again, but this time they were tears of gratitude and hope.
