Good News at Long Last

The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in the hospital room. Xander lay motionless, his face pale, his body still recovering from the gunshot wound and the trauma of the explosion.

Days had passed, but there was no change. No sign of him waking up.

Aurora sat beside him, her hands gently wrapped around his. Dark circles framed her eyes from exhaustion, but she refused to leave his side.

"Talk to him," the doctor had suggested earlier. "Sometimes, they hear us even when they're unconscious."

So, she did.

She told him about their home, about how empty their bed felt without him. She told him about their babies.

"Xander, we're having twins."

The doctor's words echoed in her mind as she stroked his hand, her voice soft but laced with emotion.