Taylor

Nurse Johnson peeks her head in after knocking. “Sorry to interrupt,” she approaches my bedside. She quickly records my vitals. “Your IV will beep soon. Page us and we will change it out.” Smiling at Jackson, then to me, she clutches her chest. “Too precious. Need anything?”

“I’m starving,” I confess. “We wrecked on the way to dinner, then with the birth of the twins... I didn’t eat.”

I look at the wall clock noting it is 3:15. I should be ...