Daryl and the men were hauling ass to get home to the dying children and Daryl's wife. They came into the room to the sounds of Carol's sobs. The babies were pale, chests rising and falling weakly as they struggled to live.
Hershel set up the equipment and got both infants into them, while Daryl crawled into bed with Carol. They'd been married almost two months now and it wasn't looking good for their babies. Carol was fine downstairs and would be able to have another birth, maybe even two. The children weren't looking so well though. Leyum was coughing and trembling and Layla was so sickly pale she was almost the color of milk.
" Our babies, I'm sorry Daryl, sorry I couldn't keep them strong. It's all my fault." The woman was crying in a soft, low voice. Her babies were dying and it killed her inside to know it was her fault. " I'm so sorry."
" No baby no, it wasn't your fault, never your fault. They'll be okay, I promise." He was whimpering and crying gently into his wife's hair. They had to wait, all they could do was wait.
One Month Later
Leyum and Layla were weak, very weak, but they were alive. Carol and Daryl held their children daily, and within weeks they were able to live without the incubators. Leyum had dark hair, a tad wavy, like this mother, and his fathers blue eyes. Layla had Daryl's hair and Carol's eyes, giggling and laying happily. Lea was the elder baby, the quiet one, where as Layla was high strung and needy.
I know this wasn't very detailed but I, trying to get to a are retain bit of plot.