The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) - J. R. Ward Page 0,181
are you?”
He didn’t expect an answer—
A sound rippled to his ears, emanating from somewhere outside of the courtyard. Following it, he went to the door that opened into the Sanctuary and looked across the verdant land.
Birds.
It was the songbirds singing somewhere off in the distance.
Falling into a jog, he tracked the dulcet harmonies, crossing over the cropped green grass and passing by empty marble temples and dormitories.
“Mother?” he hollered across the barren landscape. “Mother!”
“Hi, mahmen, you’re awake now.”
As Layla heard the male voice above her, she realized that, yes, her eyes were open, and yes, she was alive—
“Young!” she shouted.
A sudden burst of energy had her trying to sit up, but gentle hands eased her back down. And as a flare of pain clawed its way across her lower belly, Qhuinn put his face in front of hers.
He was smiling. From ear to ear.
Yes, his eyes were red rimmed, and he was pale and a little shaky, but the male was smiling so widely, his jaw had to hurt.
“Everybody’s okay,” he said. “Our daughter gave us a helluva scare, but both of them are okay. Breathing. Moving. Alive.”
A tidal wave of emotion swamped her, her chest literally exploding with a combination of relief, joy, and the afterburn of the terror she’d felt before they’d put her under. And as if he knew exactly what she was feeling, Qhuinn started hugging her, wrapping her in his arms—and she tried to hug him back, but she didn’t have the strength.
“Blay,” she said roughly. “Where’s—”
“Right here. I’m right here.”
Over Qhuinn’s big shoulder, she saw the other male and wished she could reach for him—and as if he were aware of that, he came in, too, all three of them wrapping up in an embrace that left them wobbly, and yet somehow stronger, too.
“Where are they?” she asked. “Where…”
The males inched back, and the way Qhuinn looked at Blay made her nervous. “What,” she demanded. “What’s wrong.”
Blay took her hand. “Listen, we want you to be ready, okay? They’re very small. They’re really … very small. But they’re strong. Both Doc Jane and Manny checked them over—Ehlena, too. And we video-conferenced with Havers and reviewed everything with him. They’re going to be here for a while on the water ventilators, until their lungs mature and they can breathe and eat on their own, but they’re doing great.”
Layla found herself nodding as she swallowed a load of fear back down into her gut. Looking at Qhuinn, she teared up again. “I tried to keep them in—I tried—”
He shook his head firmly, that blue-and-green stare dead serious. “It was an issue with your placenta, nalla. There was nothing you could have done or not done to prevent it from happening. It was exactly the same thing that happened with Beth.”
She put her hands on her much-flatter stomach. “Did they take my womb?”
Blay smiled. “No. They got the young out and stopped the bleeding. You can have more young if the Virgin Scribe provides.”
Layla looked down her body, feeling a rush of relief. And also sadness for the Queen. “I was lucky.”
“Yes, you were,” Qhuinn said.
“We were all lucky,” she corrected, glancing at them both. “When may I see them?”
Qhuinn stepped back. “They’re right over there.”
Layla struggled to sit up, taking the fathers’ arms. And then she gasped. “Oh…”
Before she knew it, she was getting off the mattress, even though it hurt, and in spite of the fact that she was connected to about a hundred and fifty thousand pounds of medical equipment.
“Shit,” Qhuinn said. “Are you sure you want to—”
“Okay, we’re moving,” Blay interjected. “We are up and moving.”
With a single-minded focus she had never known before, she didn’t pay any attention to anything other than getting over to her young: not the way the males scrambled to organize the rolling monitors, or how much she had to lean on various arms and shoulders, or how much pain her abdomen hollered about.
The incubators were up against the wall, side by side, separated by about three feet. Brilliant blue lights were shining down on the tiny little forms, and oh … Fates … the wires, the tubes …
That was when she got a little light-headed.
“Don’t you love the sunglasses,” Blay commented.
Suddenly, she laughed. “They look like mini-Wraths.” Then she got serious. “Are you sure…”
“Positive,” Qhuinn said. “They’ve got a ways to go—but, shit, they are fighters. Especially her.”
Layla inched closer to her daughter. “When can I hold them?”