Lena’s Pov
Everything feels distant, as though I am drifting in and out of awareness. My mind is sluggish, weighed down by medication, and I can barely grasp what is happening around me. I remember flashes, nothing more. An ambulance. The rush to the hospital. Jaxon arguing with someone in a white coat.
I hear him in my memory, voice raised, “I may not be her husband, but I am the father of the babies. I am coming with her.”
Pieces of the night keep sliding back into focus. The drive. Questions from a doctor. The pain when my water broke. Something about one of the twins not developing as expected. I cried when the doctor explained that one of them had a stronger chance of survival than the other. Then everything became foggy.
They said I was not open enough to deliver naturally, and n
