The tv had been on in the room, though it had been on mute most of the time. Patrick watched the images when he wasn't fetching ice chips or talking to Clio to distract her from the pain. He held her hand the entire time, even when it hurt him too, because he knew it was nothing like what she was going through.
It seemed longer than a few hours before the twins were born. Patrick thought it must have been over a day. But then a nurse put his son in his arms and everything else faded away.
"He's so small," Patrick marvelled. "What are we going to name them?"