Sumy’s POV
The sharp sound of the door shutting echoed in my ears long after my hand left the handle. My chest was heaving, my palm still damp from the knife I had dropped to the floor. My whole body trembled, not just from the pain that ripped through me after giving birth but from the storm that the sight of the Triplets always brought into my veins.
The nurses moved quickly around the room, one wiping the sweat off my forehead, another checking my pulse, while two more fussed over the three small bundles that had just entered this world. My babies.
For a moment, the noise faded. I could only hear the soft cries of two of them, mixed with the steady silence of the little girl whose eyes is opened without a cry. My throat tightened. They are alive. They are real. And my children.
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