Adrian POV
I stared through the glass at the two tiny cribs and couldn't process what I was seeing at first because my brain was still foggy from the coma, but then it hit me all at once.
Those were my daughters.
Two tiny babies with dark hair sleeping peacefully in their cribs, and I had made them with Elena, and they were real and here and alive.
The most beautiful things I'd ever seen in my life.
I couldn't stop crying and tears were running down my face faster than I could wipe them away, and my chest hurt with how much emotion was filling it up.
Eight months.
I'd missed eight months of Elena's pregnancy, missed every ultrasound and every kick and every moment of her carrying them, and I'd missed the birth and the first hours of their lives.
Everything.
I'd missed everything b
