Page 70 of Savior

“Well, I was the size of a small country.”

With our boys asleep in our arms, I lean over and kiss her. “You were beautiful.”

She smiles and gazes at me with tired eyes. “Thank you,” she says.

I trace the curve of my son’s cheek. “For what?”

“For everything.”

This causes me to look up and frown. “What do you mean?”

She cups my cheek with her free hand. “If you weren’t so damn persistent, I’d never have this. I’d never have you. So thank you. When I lost my sister, it was as if I lost a part of myself. Finding you, it’s almost like I’ve gotten it back. You made me whole again, Logan. Sothank you.”

I kiss the baby’s forehead. “I’m pretty sure you’ve just given me the only thank you I’ll ever need.”

“I’ve been thinking about names.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Preston and Lennox.”

She doesn’t have to explain. P for her sister and Lennox for the friend she lost. “They’re perfect.”

Later that night, after the doctors have cleaned up the room and the babies have fed and are sleeping in their respective bassinets, I climb into the bed with her and hold her close to me.

“What a day,” she says and yawns.

“Why don’t you get some rest?” I suggest. “You have to be exhausted, and they’ll be up soon.”

“Just a little nap,” she says and snuggles against my chest. “Stay right here?”

I wrap an arm around her waist and rest my chin on her hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”