The morning of the hospital discharge was, officially, the most stressful morning of my life.
And I'd already faced tornadoes, runaway cows, and an entire Christmas under Rosa's command.
"Is she really stable?" I asked the nurse bringing the discharge papers for the twelfth time.
"Yes, Mr. Hill."
"And the babies? Heart rates are good? The detachment won't come back?"
"They're excellent. And home rest will ensure—"
"And food? Can she eat real food? Does she need supplements? What if she feels pain? What if—"
"Marco."
Alice was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in the clothes I'd brought from the cabin, her blonde hair brushed and a look of infinite patience on her face. She reached out and took my hand.
"I'm fine. The babies are fine. Breathe."
The nurse smiled knowi
