"I did?" Sayuri asked in surprise.

Kyle smiled indulgently at her, "Yes, you did."

They had actually thought up of four names, each of them coming up with a boy and a girl's name. It was supposed to be that their twins would have a name each of them had come up with. So if they had a pair, the girl would take Kyle's choice of name while the boy would have taken Sayuri's choice.

"Belvior," Sayuri said, the name rolling out of her tongue easily, "I like it."

"Well, I hope you should," Kyle said, "Since you're the one who thought of it."

Sayuri giggled.

She could not stop staring at the twins.

Those were her kids.

Her kids with Kyle.

Her heart felt full just looking at them and she felt complete. The ache in her heart was gone, and now, she was just filled with agitation and impatience at wanting to hold them.

When Kyle told her that she had gotten pregnant from their Mile High Club activity, she had been flabbergasted. She quickly checked her stomach and lo behold. The stretch marks were there, and more importantly, the scar from the cesarian surgery was there.

She had been so excited and so in wonderment that she didn't ask about the ring on her finger. She just had to see them. Even if she couldn't remember them, her subconscious did.

"Can I see them?" she asked eagerly, looking up at Kyle in happiness.

"Of course," Kyle said.

The nurses were well acquainted with Kyle and they were so happy to see that his wife was finally awake. The way he had doted on her, had become the source of constant sighings and laments by nurses who were single … well, okay, fine. Even the married ones as well because most of them had husbands that were not as doting.

He had this really, really sweet and loving look for his wife that all of them felt happy for him and some slight envy as well.

The wheelchair couldn't be brought in, but before Sayuri could get up to go in, Kyle had lifted her up easily in a princess carry.

"Kyle! I can walk!" she protested in embarrassment.

"I know," Kyle said, "But your legs aren't that strong yet. Even if I had exercised your muscles while you were in a coma, it isn't the same. Take it slow for now, okay?"

Sayuri blinked at this Kyle.

He had always been sweet and loving when they were friends with benefits, but this was a whole new level. She couldn't quite get used to it yet but she utterly enjoyed it.

"Okay," she said meekly, settling in his arms.

Kyle couldn't help but lean down and kiss her cute, sweet rosy lips. Finally, he had her in his arms. Finally, he had her back.

The soft, gentle kiss became slightly more as his tongue slid in easily, exploring the inner depth that he had been all so familiar before. It had been so long since he had been intimate with Sayuri and now, knowing of his love for her, each touch and kiss was different.

It was hard to explain, but it was sweeter. Better. More fulfilling. His mind blanked out as all he wanted was, for that the feeling would not stop.

It was only after the nurse cleared her throat that they broke the kiss. Sayuri's face was red, completely embarrassed at how she had lost control when he kissed her.

She found that her hands had wrapped up around his neck while she reciprocated his kiss, completely oblivious to her surroundings then. It was as if everything else faded away as they fell into their own little world.

Kyle's breathing was a little irregular as well and he smiled, kissed her nose and apologized, "Sorry, got a bit carried away there."

Kyle looked up, to see that all of the nurses also had slight redness to their faces, and most had their faces turned away. He coughed embarrassingly and walked in towards the cot that held their children.

He lay her on the chair and then carefully picked up Alex. He placed him in Sayuri's arms and she gingerly took him. Kyle was careful to place his son's head right at the crook of Sayuri's elbow, as his neck was not yet strong enough to hold up on its own.

Upon feeling the warmth of the arms he was in, Alex opened his eyes. He then gave the sweetest smile she had ever seen.

"Kyle! He knows me!" Sayuri said in amazement.

"Of course he does," Kyle said, "Even though he can't quite see you yet, he knows it's you."

Babies at one-month-old can only see and focus on objects that are 12 inches away. Thus, Sayuri's face was too far for him to actually see. But he knew this was his mother. More so because Kyle had been active in making sure their babies knew their mother the moment they were discharged from NICU.

He then picked up Rory and placed her at the crook of Sayuri's other arm.

"Kyle!" Sayuri said in a panic, "I can't carry both!"

"Don't worry," Kyle said, steadily holding onto the back of Rory's head with one hand and then went to the other side of Sayuri and placed his other hand alongside Sayuri's arm that held Alex.

Thus, his right arm was behind Sayuri's back, supporting her while his right hand was supporting Rory's head and his left hand was helping to hold up Alex.

Feeling assured with that 'hug' of his, Sayuri then focused on her babies.

They were both looking up at her with great interest.

"Alexander and Aurora," Sayuri said with a smile, "I'm so sorry. I really wanted to breastfeed you."

"You have been, actually," Kyle said, "While they were in the NICU, your breastmilk was fed to them via the feeding-tube. After discharge, you've been breastfeeding them."

"How is that possible?" Sayuri gasped.