I woke up later, and I was finally back in my room. They had stitched me up and
cleaned up the babies and I had fallen asleep again from the pain and numbness.
Graham was sitting in the chair beside the bed, two babies in his arms, and I looked
up at his face. There was a tear in his eyes. He didn’t know I was awake, but I liked
it this way.
“How’s daddy’s little boy?” he whispered, gently kissing the baby on the
forehead. It was baby Ashton, his life and dream.
“And daddy’s little girl?” he whispered to the other baby. He kissed her also,
but added in, “Well, one of daddy’s favorite girls.” he smiled and looked up at me.
“Good morning.” he said. I looked at the clock. The babies had been born at
around four in the morning I had guessed, it was 5:30 now. He smiled at me and
handed me the baby girl.
“That’s Olivia.” He told me, kissing Olivia and I both on the forehead. My mom
looked over at me, she was gently craddling Ellie.
“I have never seen such beautiful children.” she whispered over to us. We
both smiled and I looked at Olivia. Her eyes opened for a second, the light to bright
for her delicate eyes. In the few seconds that I saw her eyes, I saw that they were a
gorgeous shade of blue. She moved her little hands and snuggled in to fall asleep in
my arms.