Author’s POV
Three minutes.
It’s been three minutes of Lila pushing with everything left in her tired body. It’s been three minutes of Marcus coaching her through each breath, each contraction, each impossible moment. While Joan held baby Ari, whose white light pulsed in rhythm with her mother’s labored breathing, as if the firstborn was somehow lending her strength to help her twin arrive.
The three minutes felt like an eternity for Lila, and then…
The second baby emerged with a rush, he was larger than his sister, his small body sliding into Marcus’s waiting hands as morning light flooded through the window and illuminated the scene with golden radiance.
For one breathless moment, everything was silent.
No cry just like his sister.
But unlike Ari’s immediate white glow, this baby
