Jezebel felt as though her heart was being ripped out of her chest. She had done everything possible to take care of the babies, but it still wasn’t enough to protect them… Was there much more Jezebel could have done? No, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t feel like she should have been able to do more. It killed her inside knowing that one of her babies was in the NICU. For Jezebel, it wasn’t a new experience, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. She’d been through the pain of seeing her child in that condition before, and it only made her worry about him more. There were three babies that needed her, but could she really be enough? So much was going through her mind, and what she wanted most were her babies. She needed to see them, to meet them, to hold them in her arms. What she didn’t expect, was for a certain someone to come into the room. ”Jordan…” She knew he brought her there, and the babies were his, but with how everything had been, there was a part of her that didn’t expect him to be there, at least not anywhere near her. He came close, reaching towards her and she couldn’t have stopped herself from flinching, wanting to back away and increase the distance between them. How had things come so far that she wasn’t begging to be in Jordan’s arms, letting him hold her close, when that used to be what made her feel the safest, the most love, and the most comfort? Perhaps a part of her, a large part of her in fact, wanted him close, wanted that comfort, but how could he comfort her when he was one of the reasons she needed comforting?
Jordan didn’t say anything else before a nurse came in, bringing both baby girls in with her. For that moment, meeting her baby girls had to be the focus. They were small, so small, but still larger than Laurel had been at that age. Jezebel nodded, ready to hold her new daughters for the first time. The nurse brought the babies to Jezebel to hold, one in each arm, and Jezebel couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. She felt relief, seeing for herself that she had two healthy girls, joy in having them in her arms, but also guilt and worry because her little boy wasn’t there with them too. Jezebel finally broke the gaze she held on the babies, for an instant glancing towards Jordan, unsure what to feel, then looking to the nurse. ”When can I see their brother? Is he going to be okay…?” she asked, worried about her baby boy, even while her attention was on the two adorable baby girls in her arms. For that moment, the only concern was the triplets, not her husband who she loved but didn’t know how to be around.
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