Skylar
I stood there watching the doctors work on the fourth unexpected baby. He was blue and unmoving, and my heart hurt for him. I assumed he was Tyler’s son, and mine was the one screaming up a storm on the other side of the room with the girls.
‘He is yours,’ Pollux speaks up. ‘The tiny one is yours.’
“What?” I express out loud.
“What?” Tyler looks over at me.
I say nothing as I turn my gaze to Amber. She is out of it as they stitch her up.
Does she know that our tiny pup is in peril?
“He’s breathing,” the doctor announces. “But he isn’t out of the woods.”
I watch as my son is whisked out of the room with the other three. “Where are you taking them?”
“They are all critical,” Dr. Edwards responds. “You two must wait outside while we finish with Amber and the pups.”
I now not
