My Mafia Savior
she asked, her voice still shaky from the ordeal.
"Now," I said, placing a soft kiss on her cheek, "we rest. The midwife will take care of everything. We just need to be here for our babies."
The midwife, Samantha, had moved efficiently around the room, tidying up the mess that childbirth often brings. She had wrapped Isabella and Michael in soft, clean blankets, and now she handed them to Selena, who cradled them in her arms, her eyes never leaving their tiny faces. I watched her, feeling an overwhelming surge of love and admiration for her strength.
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