EPILOGUE
Caroline lay sound asleep.
No surprise there, Victor concluded, studying the dark circles under her eyes. Her face looked unnaturally pale. Delivering twins is no small task. I’m so glad she managed to avoid the cesarean delivery just as she had hoped, but it took every ounce of strength she possessed, and she drew heavily on mine as well.
Exhaustion clawed at him as he perched on the edge of the hospital bed, but he ignored it. He much preferred to look into the face of his son, cradled in his hands. “Joaquín Rafael Martinez,” he whispered. “Hola, mijito. Soy tu papá.” He touched his lips to the little boy’s forehead.
Joaquin regarded him quietly with baby-gray eyes that would surely turn brown in the end.
It appears another shy Martinez boy has entered the world. Victor gri
