Andrea’s POVI used to think the hardest part of becoming a mother would be getting pregnant.I was wrong.The hardest part was carrying our babies while fighting for my own life.After that night at the hospital, my pregnancy became a series of hospital visits, blood pressure checks, medication, and long stretches of waiting for the doctors to tell us that everything was still okay. Some weeks, I spent more time in a hospital bed than I did at home. Every time my blood pressure rose, I watched Tristan's face tighten with worry, even when he tried to hide it from me.He never left me to face any of it alone.He rearranged his work around my appointments, learned every medication I was prescribed, and somehow became more familiar with my doctors than some of the hospital staff. On the days I was too tired to talk, he sat beside me and held my hand. On the days fear got the better of me, he reminded me that we were going to take things one day at a time.Sometimes, I wondered how he m
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