By the time the due date arrived, our friends and family were primed for joy. We were all in, heart and soul.
The delivery felt endless. Doctors barked orders, monitors beeped, Anna cried out. I barely had time to squeeze her hand before a nurse whisked her away.
“Wait, where are you taking her?” I called, stumbling after them.
“She needs a minute, sir. We’ll come get you soon,” the nurse said, blocking my path.
I paced the hallway, palms slick with sweat, replaying every worst-case scenario.
When another nurse finally waved me in, my heart thudded loudly.

Anna sat under harsh hospital lights, clutching two tiny bundles hidden beneath blankets. Her whole body shook.
“Anna?” I rushed over. “Are you okay? Is it the pain? Do I need to call someone?”
She didn’t look up. She just squeezed the babies tighter.
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