Gentle cooing noises fill my ears, and I wake to find Rayven leaning over a bassinet, staring in wonder at our little creations.
I remember the labor being intense and long. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep, but I know that if it weren't for the drugs filtering through my system, I would be in a lot of pain.
I feel almost empty. I already miss having them inside my belly, protected from the world. My breasts are swollen to twice their normal size, filled with milk and aching.
Rayven notices I'm awake when I try to reach for the cup of water at my bedside.
"Don't, I can do that for you. You've been through a lot. You shouldn't move around." He looks worried as he hands me my water.
I don't say anything as he runs his fingers through my hair, relaxing me. I can smell our infants'
