I awoke to the sound of Owen's quiet, murmuring cry of hunger. My eyes snapped open. My children were there in front of me, held by two nurses in white. Dr. Janet stood serenely behind them, a smile on her face.
The nurses handed the children to me and stepped back. I looked down on my children, hardly believing they were there. They were alive. Tears of joy poured from my face.
"Daniel and I tried to tell you," Dr. Janet said softly, "the children had to be isolated in an incubator for a little while. The exposure to cold so soon after birth was potentially problematic."
I listened with half an ear, eyes only for my suckling children.
"I think you may owe someone an apology," she said quietly. I looked up, glancing towards the door.
Wolf's silent silhouette stood out against the pale grey hallway. He met my eyes for a moment, and then disappeared.
Curious to what Jack is thinking? Read Part 4…. Coming Soon!!!!
Ps. Yes, I know, it is too short!
