Chapter 1490 – Two Little Girls

• “Come on, Evelyn,” the doctor says confidently as Victor squeezes my hand, his eyes darting between my face and the first baby, which the doula is now wrapping in her first swaddle. “One more push, and then you’ll be done, and you can hold your little girls.”
• “Okay,” I huff, sitting up and shifting my eyes to Victor’s, needing his confidence now more than ever.
• “You can do it, Evie,” he whispers to me, his expression a complicated mix of elation and worry and fear and wonder. I nod, confidently, and then I feel the contraction come on.