The obstetricians swiftly took over the care of the babies, the medical team crowded around the incubators, ensuring the fragile newborns were stable. Ethan's gaze kept flicking back to Shikera, who hadn't moved. His heart felt like it was being pulled in two directions, joy for the birth of his children and dread for what might still happen to their mother.
Their mother... How perfect that sounded.
Restraining himself from moving in the direction of the red faced crying babies, he watched as Jordan and Krystal moved in, seamlessly switching with the obstetricians to continue the delicate work. The atmosphere remained thick with tension, everyone watching, waiting. The only sound in the room was the steady beep of the monitors and the soft murmurs of the medical team.
Half of the job was done, and what was rest would determine how he would continue his life. Or rather, if his life would continue at all.
