Page 22 of Dying for the Doctor

“Hey,” comes Wanda’s voice through my swirling mind, the joy of fatherhood mixing with the sudden realization that I cannever fail my wife and babies, have to be there for them every moment of every day, in every single tiny way. “Breathe, Doctor Drake. Deep breath in, hold for a few seconds, exhale slow. That’s it. Good. Well done.”

Calmness oozes through me now as I squeeze into the big bed beside my wife and plant my new babies on my chest. They look at me with googly eyes, drool all over my neck, and I’m totally and completely in love with them.

Just like I’m totally and completely in love with my Wanda, I think as I snuggle her close, our babies gurgling in our arms. We stay like that until Mama and Papa Turner visit and leave, followed by my Dad and Mom.

Eventually it’s just us again, just our little family, and that’s true perfection.

Because no matter how imperfect we are as individuals, we’ll always be perfect together.

Together for ever.

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