The hospital room was bright. White walls. Sunlight through the blinds. Machines beeping softly.Jovi lay on the bed, her face pale, her hair damp with sweat. She had been in labor for hours. Her mother stood beside her, holding her hand. Her father paced near the door.Another contraction came. Jovi screamed."Zane! Please, call Zane—"Her mother's grip tightened. "Your husband will be here soon. Do not make this complicated by calling his name."Jovi's eyes filled with tears. "I need him—""You need to push."The delivery took another hour. The cries came together—two sharp, insistent wails."A boy," the nurse said. "And a girl. Both healthy."Jovi collapsed against the pillows. She looked at the ceiling. Sweat dripped from her temples. She breathed heavily. Then she took a glance at her babies. Zane's children. A small, weak smile escaped her."Hey, it's mama," she said weakly.The Blackwood families arrived within minutes. William and Lily, Vance's parents, came first. But Vance d
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