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I wake up with a jolt, feeling a slight twinge in my neck as I sit up.

I sit back in the chair I kept beside Yasmin's hospital bed. It had been six days since I found her unconscious.

Six days of watching her breathe in through a tube without even twitching. The doctor said that she would comatose for however long her body needed.

Her parents haven't come to see her. I wonder if they would even show up to her funeral if she had one.

I run my hand over her flat stomach. She was five weeks pregnant when she took all of those pills. She had a miscarriage as soon as the ambulance came, I rode in with the paramedics to the hospital.

The doctor told me that she'd lost the baby due to the attempted suicide. I didn't know how to feel, I still don't. She lost the baby before we even knew there was one. At least, I hope she didn't know she was pregnant.

I pray she didn't know.

For once in my life, I had no idea how to fix this. If or when she woke up, what would I even say to her. Should I even tell her about the miscarriage?

No, no, I should. Waking up to a lie is the last thing she would need, what if she already knew and she did it deliberately?

God, why is this even happening?

Karma really is a bitch, huh?

I wiped my eyes and stood up to stretch, my phone had been ringing all day yesterday but I didn't have the energy to even answer. I walk over to the couch by the window to look at my phone, I pause when Sarah's name came up five times.

I quickly check my voicemail and listen to what was so urgent. "Logan, I don't know where the hell you are or what you're doing. I don't even really care... but the twins are here, I gave birth last week. A boy and a girl, Dominic and Dakota.

"I-I was so goddamn angry at you, for hurting me the way you did. But I'm happy now and looking at two beautiful beings that we created makes me happy. I wouldn't feel right keeping them from you. If you want to see them, call or text me and you can. We'll talk about how to move forward after that."

She ended it there and I dropped the phone back on the couch.

I pressed the heels of my hand into my closed eyes to hopefully relieve some of the stress that I was feeling. I squeezed my eyes shut and tugged on my hair, feeling like I was going insane. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell am I going to do?"

I stop and stare at Yasmin for a long moment, feeling guilty for even thinking about leaving her. But she's been comatose for so long, I don't foresee her waking up today. I wouldn't be gone too long, the nurses will come in and take good care of her.

She'll be fine, she'll be fine.

I call Sarah and get the dial tone, then quickly send a text letting her know I was on my way. I grab my jacket and wallet, walking over to Yasmin to kiss her forehead. "I'll back soon."

The twins were awake and looking at everything. I've only been home for two days, but the twins were healthy and beautiful. There wasn't any issues after birth, the doctor commended Nick and I for doing so well under so much pressure.

Nick is angel with the babies, and they seem to love him. So far, Dakota has been the only one to smile. Dominic is always scrunching up his face when he sees anyone or anything, looking very much unimpressed.

My phone vibrates, I look at it and read the text that Logan sent. I sigh and put my phone back down. Getting up from the couch, I walk upstairs to the nursery where Nick was holding Dominic in his arms.

Nick looks up at me when I walk in, "Logan is coming by to see the babies." He loses his smile and breathes in deeply. Nodding with a clenched jaw, he runs a hand over Dominic's dark hair.

"I know this may put you in a weird position or— well I don't know. I just want you to know that I... I love you. You helped me give birth and I can tell you love the babies like your own. How many men can say the same? Logan is their biological father, he may be a great father for all I know. But there's no rule book that says kids can't have more than one dad.

"If you come to the realization that this situation won't work for you, please just tell me. I wouldn't feel like a good person keeping him away from them due to our failed marriage. All I ask is that you both find it in your hearts to be mature for my sake and the twins'." I walk over and kiss his forehead.

Dakota is kicking around in her crib silently, looking up at the hanging toys that were set up above her crib. "Hi, mama, you're working those leg muscles, aren't you?" I pick her up and kiss her cheeks. She gives me a wide toothless smile, closing her pretty blue eyes.

I hold her against my chest and walk around rocking her gently. She had just woke up from a nap and was fed before that but I just wanted my baby snuggle fill. Nothing beats holding a happy little baby.

I sit in the other rocking chair we had in the room, across from Nick. He was already looking at me when I turned to him. "I won't cause any problems on my end with him out of the love and respect I have for you and the twins. I promise you that."

I smile and kiss Dakota's forehead. She plays with my hair, her head resting in the crook of my arm. We sit there for a moment before the doorbell rings.

Dakota jolts in my arms, Dominic follows suit, growing restless in Nick's arms. "I'll get it, I'm going to put her back in the crib." He nods and walks around, rocking a wide awake Dominic.

I walk downstairs and sigh before opening the door, Logan was turned around facing the street. He flinched and faced me upon hearing the door open. "Sarah."

I look up at him and frown, he looked so disheveled and stressed. "Um, are you alright?" I move aside to let him in, he walks in and pauses with a hand on his hip.

"I— um, yeah, everything is fine." He looked as if he was going to say something but quickly backtracked and looked away from me.

"They're both upstairs, awake. Nick is up there with them, just so you know. I want to make it clear that we're a packaged deal. He lives here now and he loves those babies as much as I do. He helped me deliver both of them, on our own, in this very house. What I'm saying is, he's not going anywhere. So if you haven ill will towards him, you can't be here." I cross my arms and hold my head up, prepared to argue if it comes to that.

His back is facing me, head bowed. He nods to himself before speaking, "are you happy?"

I blink rapidly, uncrossing my arms. "Yes, I am happy. He makes me happy."

"Then I have no ill will towards him. Can I see them now?"

I frown at his odd behavior, "yeah, I'm right behind you."

He walks upstairs, turns into the room we always designated the nursery to be. He pauses at the doorway, looking around.

I walk in and look at Nick who was staring at him with Dominic in his arms. I tilt my head to get his attention, he sighs and hands the baby over to Logan. "I trust you know what you're doing?"

They were the same height, looking each other in the eye, the level of testosterone was making me uneasy. "Yeah, I do." He gently takes Dominic and cradles him to his chest.

I nearly did a double take when I saw a tear fall from Logan's face as he held him. He walked over to the crib and stared at Dakota. "Here, you sit in the rocking chair and I can hand you to her so you can hold them both."

He says nothing but sits in the chair, I kiss Dakota's face and place her tiny body in his arms. He smiles, eyes blurry with tears as he stared at them.

I fiddle with my hands and decide to leave them alone. The baby monitor was in there and in the bedroom, Nick led me away and left the door cracked behind him.

We both walk to the bedroom and sit on the bed, silent for a moment.

"I've never seen him cry." Nick turns to look at me, "He looks stressed or sad, I don't know. When I told him about you and the babies, he didn't put up a fight or talk about you. He just seems so... resigned?"

"Are you worried about him?"

"Not in the way you're thinking, just wondering what's wrong with him. He was just so confident about the whole divorce and leaving me situation. I just wonder if maybe his life after me wasn't so rainbows, titties, and unicorns." We both chuckle at my words.

"Rainbows, titties, and unicorns, huh?" He grasps my hand and kisses my knuckles. I rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my hand around his bicep.

"Is it bad that seeing him like that kinda makes me happy? I'm trying to better myself and be a good role model for the babies. But not seeing him happy and jumping for joy is really satisfying to me." His chest rumbles as he laughs at me.

"Of course not, you deserve to feel however you want. Have you decided how you feel about the woman he cheated on you with, I forget her name. Would you want him to bring them home with him?"

"I want them to remain here, at least for two months, then gradually he can take them where he wants— within reason. I just wanna make sure he's responsible with them."

"Sounds good to me." I reach over and turn up the volume on the baby monitor.

"I see you've got my nose," I pause at the sound of Logan's voice cooing to them. "You're so precious."

I close my eyes briefly and turn the monitor down a little. "Trying not to be nosy is really hard, Nick."

"I know, but at some point you gotta give him a little freedom, ya know? Right now, you hold all the cards, but as they get older, he's gotta have the freedom to be a father."

"Yeah, I know." I sigh and rest my head back on his shoulder, closing my eyes to rest. "I know."