"Congratulations, it's a boy and a girl, both healthy," the doctor said.
Elena huffed out a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from her forehead. The two tiny beings had been whisked away, and both Damian and Elena awaited the children anxiously. They were the first children to have been born to a married couple in hundreds of years.
A nurse entered the room with the two bundles of joy, one in blue and the other in pink. She handed Elena the boy and Damian the girl.
"What are their names?" she asked, scribbling something on an official looking paper.
"Hazel Olive and Andrei Scott," he replied, smiling. He was so proud of his children, and it showed. Elena was sure he was going to make a great father.
The doctor returned soon after, "You're welcome to leave whenever."
Damian sent a quick text to the driver to bring the car around the front, then sat down on the bed, next to Elena and Andrei.
"It should be awhile, they are still trying to control the crowd," he said. Somehow, news had gotten out that Elena had gone into labour, so half the citizens were camped out outside of the hospital. They had stayed overnight, wanting to see the children once the couple left the hospital.
"You did great, babe," he said. Elena rested her head on Damian's shoulder, exhausted, and drifted off to sleep, her son and daughter curled into her chest.
