Panic surged through me as I thought about the babies. Lothar, the fairy doctor, was smiling, clearly untroubled by the situation. “The babies are fine,” he reassured me, “probably little Gods or Goddesses eager to see the world.”
“Can you sedate me, please?” I asked, my voice trembling. Lothar looked to Valtor, who gave a brief nod. Moments later, I felt the sting of a needle entering the IV in my arm.
“Contact the fathers. I’ve never seen babies come this early,” I heard Lothar say as I drifted into unconsciousness.
When I awoke, the room was empty, and bandages were wrapped tightly around my abdomen. The events that had led me here came rushing back: the premature birth, the fear. My hands instinctively reached for my now-flat stomach, and I frowned. Where were my babies? I scanned
