“The babies are perfect.”
“Lay with me?”
I slip onto the bed behind her, careful not to jostle her or the IV coming out of her.
She takes my hand and tucks it under her cheek with her own.
“Love you,” she says, sleepily.
“I love you more,” I say.
“Thank you,” she sighs.
“For?”
“Giving me the life I never knew I wanted,” she says.
“I’ll give you anything in the world, beautiful.”
“Mmmm,” she replies.
Her breathing slows, and I close my eyes and try to sleep. I’m too keyed up by everything that has happened today.
“Chance,” she says a few minutes later.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You’re humming that fucking song again.”
“I can’t help it, beautiful. It’s my jam. And it’s never fit more than today.”
“Mmmhmm,” she says.
“Remi?”
“Yes.”
“Will you do it? Just once? Please.”
She sighs.
“Who’s the man?” she asks.
Fuck yes. I am SO the man.