Page 60 of Come Alive
“Get him out of here,” Lizbeth was surprisingly the first to jump in, chasing the other doctor out of the room.
Mateo lashed out, and Kazi half expected him to kill the man then and there, but instead he took hold of the cribs, tugging them gently to the bed, his attention focused down. Two soft cries suffused the air. Kazi cut his attention back to the cribs. Mateo paused halfway to the bed, his eyes turned glassy, his mouth opening.
“How is this possible?” he asked, searching the room for answers.
“A science experiment,” Yara murmured again. “Bring them here, I haven’t been able to hold either yet.”
But it was clear that Mateo, for once, was at a clear loss, that everything he knew had shattered, dissolved and swirled away into something else entirely.
James turned to help him next, lifting the first bundle carefully out. “Meet Dorothy.” He cradled her delicately in his arms, turning to show Kazi.
Kazi’s mouth opened as Dorothy met his eyes. They were familiar. A soft sage green. The world stopped and he realized in this instant what he hadn’t known before.
He was a dad.
“The vasectomy failed,” Yara confirmed.
Surprisingly, Mateo was still slack-jawed and Kazi squeezed Yara’s hand, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead, before going to the other crib. Carefully, he gathered the bundle inside.
This one was noticeably smaller.
Their son, Min-ho.
The boy grumbled a bit and squirmed in his arms, but Mateo finally broke out of his stupor and moved methodically to help Kazi hold him appropriately.
Min-ho blinked his large eyes at Kazi. And that’s when he saw it. He understood what Yara meant.
How she was a science experiment.
“The condom did too,” Mateo advised, laughing heartily. He made his way to Yara’s side.
But it was Kazi’s turn to freeze in place. For the world to once more stop and dissolve and change entirely.
Min-ho blinked a few more times; his dark russet eyes on full display before wriggling and falling back asleep.
Epilogue
Mateo
Several More Months Later
The babies slept soundly in Mateo’s arms. He cradled the small bundles to him as he rocked them. The doctor,Stewart Lean, who had botched their delivery was now dead, and it was the only redemption for the pain he had put Yara and his children through.
“There you are,” Yara whispered as she crept into the room. “I thought we were supposed to let them cry it out.”
Mateo’s chest rumbled in displeasure. “That advice is archaic. No child of mine will be left when they need me.”
Yara stepped into his line of sight, a sliver of moon from the window lighting up her figure. “It was hurting me too. That’s why I came up here.”
His mouth dried at the sight, her creamy skin on full display, her nipples hardened and clearly visible under her silk blouse. Mateo wanted more than anything to pump her filled with cum, to impregnate her again.
But he wouldn’t touch her, not yet. She still needed to heal, and even after that, he didn’t want to put her through so much paineveragain.
He willed his urges to dissipate and focused his attention on their children.
“Dorothy is the easier one to put to sleep, but she grows restless if Min-ho is too far away. He is grouchier, but it is harder to wake him,” Mateo commented softly, staring at the bundles in wonder.
They were scientificmiracles. Against all odds, each child had different fathers. Visually, Mateo had known it when he first saw them, but DNA had confirmed it.
