The Extraordinary Bride Of The Wyndham Family (Isla and Gabriel) novel Chapter 217

Soft beeping sounds filled the neonatal ward, steady and calm. The room smelled clean and warm, filled with soft lights and movements from nurses who passed by once in a while.

Isla lay back against the hospital bed. Her body looked weak and tired, as if all the strength she had gathered for months had finally left her. Her skin was pale, and her lips were dry. But her face shone brighter than it ever had before. There was peace in her eyes together with pride.

Gabriel sat beside her, holding her hand tightly, his thumb rubbed gently over her knuckles over and over and again.

He had been sitting there for hours, refusing to move, refusing to rest. His eyes were tired, but they were full of love and disbelief.

Together, both of them stared at the three new miracles placed right in front of them.

Three cribs stood close to the bed where Isla lay. Each crib held a life. Each crib carried a story that should not have happened, yet did happen.

The babies were strong. That was the first thing anyone noticed. They were not as tiny as people expected babies born under such conditions to be. Their bodies looked firm. Their breaths were steady. Their presence filled the room with something powerful.

It was true. Miracles existed.Right there, in front of Isla and Gabriel, were their own miracles.

Who woutd have believed that three children born at less than eight months would survive? Who would have believed that they would come out strong? Who would have believed that life would choose to stay?

Yet here they were.

Three living, breathing little humans.

The baby girl lay awake. She had dipped her tiny thumb into her mouth and was sucking on it gently, her little face calm and curious. Her fingers moved slightly, as if she was touching the world for the first time. It was a beautiful sight. A sight that made Isla’s chest tighten with emotion.

The two boys were fast asleep. Their tiny chests rose and fell slowly and evenly. They looked peaceful, like they had already found comfort in this world.

The doctor had checked them carefully earlier. He had smiled, shaken his head, and said words that still rang in Gabriel’s ears.

“They are healthy, very strong babies.”

Those words alone felt like a gift.

Isla and Gabriel had clung to each other for more than two hours now. Sometimes they spoke. Sometimes they cried in each other’s hands. Sometimes they just sat in silence, holding hands, listening to the beeping sounds and watching their children breathe.

The family had gone home earlier, but they had returned again. Every single one of them. No one could stay away.

Sofie had come. Betsy could not sit at home either; she came too. Everyone wanted to see them. Everyone wanted to believe with their own eyes.

“We need to name them now,” Gabriel said suddenly, breaking the long silence.

Isla turned her head slowly and looked at him. She nodded.

“Yes, I.know,” she said softly. “Do you already have their names?”

Gabriel hesitated. “Maybe we should search together,” he suggested.

Isla shook her head gently. “Gabriel, I trust your judgment,” she said. “Whatever names you choose for our children will be fine with me.”

She shifted slowly, careful of her body, and leaned forward, resting her head against his chest. His heartbeat was strong under her ear. It comforted her.

“But before you do,” she said quietly, “I want to apologise.”

Gabriel stiffened slightly.

“For everything I said to you earlier today,” she continued.”I am sorry. I didn’t even know what I was saying.”

She let out a soft chuckle, weak but sincere.

Gabriel smiled and wrapped his arms around her shoulders carefully. “I know, my love,” he said. “But it was partly my fault.”

Isla pulled away slightly and looked up at him with a frown. “No,” she said firmly. “It wasn’t your fault. Stop blaming yourself.”

Gabriel laughed softly and nodded in surrender.

Isla’s hand lifted and traced the light stubble on his jaw. ”

You need a shave,” she said playfully.

Gabriel raised a brow. “But you need to take your words back,” he teased. “You said you would never spread your legs for me again.”

Isla burst into loud laughter, surprising even herself. “Do you really believe that?” she asked between laughs.

They both laughed together, filling the large room with warmth and life.

The door opened gently.

John stood there.

“Can we come in?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” Gabriel replied immediately. “Please, let everyone come inside.”

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