A Love Multiplied
Love had always felt large to Lala.
It had broken her, rebuilt her, taught her how to stand. But nothing—nothing—prepared her for the way love would arrive that day, raw and unfiltered, wrapped in pain and wonder.
Labor began quietly.
A tightening.
A pause.
Another tightening—deeper this time.
Lala sat up slowly, hand pressed to her belly, breath measured. The room was still dark, the world unaware that everything was about to change.
“Daniel,” she whispered.
He was awake instantly.
The way he moved—calm but alert—told her that he had been waiting for this moment without realizing it.
“It’s time?” he asked, voice steady though his eyes shone with emotion.
She nodded.
And just like that, the life they had known loosened its grip.
The Long Hours
The hospital
