Memories arise as she gradually awakens from her medical stupor. Behind her closed eyelids, she remembers the ambulance, doctors, and then the rush into C-section surgery.

Did her sweet baby–no wait, babies–make it?

She peeks open her hazel eyes to find two congratulatory balloons. One pink. One blue.

 

This story was published on http://fiftywordstories.com/2014/05/27/jewel-grey-july-18-1987/