The Villainess Needs a Hug (Ivy Windsor) novel Chapter 895

Though Ivy was floating in a hazy, drug-induced fog, a shred of rationality managed to pierce through.

Like she was sleepwalking, she weakly prodded her husband. "I'm fine... go... go look at the babies..."

"It's fine, the nurses have them. How are you feeling? Just hang in there a little longer, and we'll have you back in your suite," Jamison replied, his gaze never once leaving her face as he gently stroked her cheek.

Thankfully, the lead surgeon soon wrapped up his final checks. "Dr. Ludwig, we're going to hold her here just a bit longer to ensure she's fully lucid and there are no signs of hemorrhaging before we clear her for the recovery room."

"Understood," Jamison nodded. Being a surgeon himself, he was well aware of the standard protocols.

Over on the examination table, the twins were wailing as if their hearts were breaking, their tiny arms and legs thrashing wildly in the air.

After completing their checks and finding it impossible to soothe the screaming infants, the nurses brought them back over to the surgical bed. "Dr. Ludwig, please, just hold them for a second. They look exactly like you."

The comment drew a muffled snicker from the rest of the surgical team. It almost sounded as if Jamison was refusing to acknowledge the babies because he doubted their paternity! But that wasn't it at all. He simply believed that these two screaming boys paled in importance compared to the woman lying on the operating table.

Ivy blinked, her vision slowly pulling into focus as she painfully turned her head toward the nurses. "Bring... bring them closer... let me see."

"Right away!" Thrilled that at least one parent was acknowledging these poor, neglected newborns, one nurse eagerly lowered the older brother down to Ivy, while the other maneuvered the younger brother squarely into Jamison's arms.

Newborns were hardly a beautiful sight. Their skin was red and severely wrinkled, and with their tiny mouths wide open in distress, they looked more like furious little aliens.

But the instant Ivy laid eyes on her son, it felt as though a sledgehammer had slammed into her chest. Hot tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes.

This was the child she had carried for so many agonizing months—the living, breathing culmination of her and Jamison's love.

He looked so overwhelmingly fragile, so perfect, and so profoundly beautiful that it tore a sob from her throat.

As the nurse carefully brought the older twin closer to his mother's cheek, the crying instantly ceased. One tiny, trembling hand flailed outward, clumsily brushing against Ivy's face as if trying to comfort her.

"Oh my gosh! Look at that, he stopped crying the second he got near you! He wants to touch his mommy! What a smart little guy!" the nurse exclaimed in awe.

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