I waited outside as two babies were wheeled to the nursery. The doctor came out. Smile at me and the rest of the group waiting. “One boy and one girl,” he said. “Babies seem healthy but our Luna is exhausted. She coded but we got her back. I expect it to be a couple of days for her to regain strength.”
“Can I go help with the babies?” I asked, eager to hold them.
“Yes,” he responded, and I took them to the nursery to find them. Twins. The boy looked like his mother. White hair and violet eyes. His skin was so very pale I thought he might be sick.
The girl was like Alpha Vincent with darker skin and hair but light colored eyes. I stayed in the nursery until Vincent arrived to bring them back to the room.
The ordeal had caused Fillian to slip into a semi-coma. The doctors said she was
