Hailee's POV
I pushed down with everything left in me, a scream tearing from my throat. And then—relief. A soft cry filled the chamber.
The midwife lifted the first pup into the lantern light. "A son," she breathed, wrapping him gently before placing him against my chest. My arms shook as I held him close, staring through tears. His hair was red like mine, his eyes blinking open—green, bright and fierce, like embers in the dark. Those were Nathan's eyes.
"My boy," I whispered, pressing a trembling kiss to his damp forehead.
But the next labour came fast, pulling another scream out of me. I clutched Frederick's hand, his cool grip comforting me as I pushed again. The room blurred with heat and pain until another cry split the air.
The second son. His tiny body was placed into the midwife's arms, then lowered into mine. His hair was the same deep red as mine, soft and warm. When his eyes blinked open, they were a clear, shining sea-blue. My breath caught. Those were Callum's eyes.
