Dr. Grigory clears his throat and retreats toward the exit, mumbling, “We’ll give the two of you a moment.” Then he and his nurses scurry out of the room like mice clearing a burning building.
I shove myself upright in bed. “If I let them deliver these babies now, there’s a sixty to seventy percent chance that we’ll lose one!”
“And if we don’t let them deliver those babies now, we’re running the risk of losing one baby anyway and losing you.”
I square my jaw. “I’m willing to take that risk.”
My eyes go wide. “No?”
“I’m saying no,” Uri growls. “As the father of those babies—”
“Screw you! You may be the father, but I’m the mother and I’m the one carrying them. My body, my decision!”
Uri’s hands are clenched into fists. His eyes are flared with danger—and once upon a time, I would’ve d
