Twin girls.
On the morning of my scheduled delivery, Andrew carefully checked my hospital bag.
“Charger, slippers, fuzzy socks,” he announced.
Then he proudly held up my favorite chocolate bar.
“For afterward.”
I laughed.
That was Andrew. Thoughtful, gentle, and always prepared.
Then his mother called.
“I’ve decided to stay with you after the babies arrive,” she announced.
Andrew explained that my own mother, Helen, had already agreed to help during my recovery.
His mother went quiet.
“Well, how wonderful for Helen.”
I could hear the disappointment in her voice.
But I refused to let it spoil our special day.
At the hospital, doctors discovered a complication that required general anesthesia.
I gripped Andrew’s hand.
“Promise you’ll be there when I wake up.”
He kissed my forehead.
“First face you’ll see.”
When I opened my eyes hours later, a nurse smiled warmly.
“Congratulations! Two beautiful, healthy girls.”
