Kennedy
Raif continues to purr as we walk to the hospital, and I lean my head on Quirin’s shoulder.
“Are you scared?” I ask him quietly.
“Terrified. As excited as I am to meet our daughters, I’ve only felt fear like this once before in my life and that’s when you were taken.”
I chuckle, but the movement sends a jolt of pain through my stomach so I stop.
Quirin presses a kiss to the side of my head as we walk into the hospital and straight to what he calls the ‘Kennedy Suite’. I will say, Mom is absolutely prepared for my babies to arrive. There are four bassinets, waiting to be filled, a larger than normal counter with multiple areas to bathe, measure, and weigh my little ones and all the equipment mom thinks we might need in case any of our pups or I go into distress during delivery.
