Violet
Six hours.
It had been six hours since my babies were taken from the operating room.
Six hours since I'd heard three tiny cries.
Six hours since I'd seen three little faces for only seconds.
Before each baby disappeared into the hands of their medical team.
It felt like six years.
“Woman.”
“I know.”
Doom sat beside my hospital bed.
“You don't even know what I was going to say.”
“Your ass is staring at the clock again.”
I sighed.
“Because I want to see them.”
“I know.”
“I carried them for almost thirty-three weeks. Now they're somewhere else.”
His expression softened.
“They're getting what they need.”
“I know that too.”
Knowing didn't make my arms feel any less empty.
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Dr. Cole had already checked on me.
My surgery had gone well.
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