For the first time in several nights, Lela slept through the night without waking in a panic, reaching for Jack’s hand to make sure he was still beside her, or feeling the quiet fear that something might be wrong with the babies. Early morning light slipped through the curtains, spreading soft golden lines across the bedroom, and for a few precious minutes, everything felt normal. Jack was still asleep beside her, one arm draped carefully around her waist, his hand resting just above the gentle curve of her stomach. Lela lay on her side facing him, watching his peaceful expression and listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. She knew he had been exhausted. Since the night they had rushed to the hospital, he had barely let her out of his sight, and even when he slept, some part of him seemed to remain alert, as though he expected the phone to ring or another emergency to send them racing back to the hospital. She wanted to tell him she was okay, that she was feeling better, tha
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