I gazed at our boys, lacking words, while she broke down right beside me. I remained on the floor by the mattress, palms trembling, scanning her features, seeking any truth I might cling onto.
“Look at my face, darling. I trust your words. Are we destined to solve this puzzle, alright? I am staying right by your side.”
She bobbed her head. The lighter twin made a soft noise. The darker one squeezed his miniature hands shut, already appearing tough against his surroundings.
I gently rubbed the tops of both their heads.
A medical worker slid inside, holding a writing board against her ribs. “Parents? The physicians wish to perform a handful of exams on the infants. Merely normal checks, considering the… well, unusual situation.”
My wife grew rigid. “Are they healthy?”
“Their health markers upon arrival proved flawless,” the worker replied. “Yet the experts desire to remain certain. Plus… they will request a conversation with you as well.”
The second the worker departed, Lily muttered, “What do you assume they are discussing out in the hall? They likely believe I was unfaithful to you…”
I pressed her fingers. “That holds zero importance. I remain confident they are merely attempting to grasp the situation. Exactly like we are.”
Anticipating those genetic reports felt like pure agony. My spouse hardly uttered a word, shrinking away whenever I stretched toward her. She observed the infants holding moisture within her gaze.
