“My love, hello..”

Lara’s voice is tired and worn out, yet still loving as she approaches the bedside. Wincing in pain as she seats herself in the chair provided, watching as her babies nursed with eagerness.

She could already tell they were going to be a handful.

“How ware you feeling? I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for the birth.” The hurt in Lara’s voice made your chest ache—and it wasn’t from the harsh suck and pull of tiny mouths. You knew she’d regret that very moment until the day she died. But, she’d couldn’t have done anything to prevent it.

She would’ve came as soon as Jonah called, but her goddamn flight had gotten canceled. Leaving his wife, Abby, to take her place.

God, she’d never let herself live this down.

“They’re so beautiful..”