Monica's POV
Standing in front of the mirror in the room, I smiled, happiness evident in my eyes as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. According to what Nicholas told me, I woke up four days after I had my kids.
I can still remember when I held them in my hand, they looked so adorable and cut and I couldn't help but feel thankful for the loved ones around me. From Nicholas to Anthony and Aunt Ella and Uncle Karl, they never left my side.
"What are you thinking about?" Nicholas whispered in my ears as his hands went around my waist and he stared at me through the long mirror in front of us
"Just grateful I'm alive" I responded to his question, his blue eyes staring back at me through the mirror.
"But you never died. You were only unconscious"
"Yes I know but I didn't remain
