She could hear his footsteps racing down the hallway. Francis lay in her hospital bed waiting for him to arrive. He burst in the room and found a red head he didn’t recognize holding her hand. His eyes quickly shifted to Francis, her blonde hair matted and wet on her head. “I’m ok,” she assured him with a weak smile. “Where are the babies?” he asked. “They are with your parents,” said the red head. “Grady,” Francis called to him. “Yes honey, I’m here,” he took the red head’s seat next to his wife.