Beautiful Like Their Momma

Pandora yawned, feeling her eyes roll closed. “I think it is time to go back to your room,” Benjamin told her cautiously.

"What? No, I am fine. Besides, my father hasn't gotten here yet."

Benjamin looked at her and sighed. "I'll see how close he is." He jumped up, pulling out his cell as he walked to the door.

"Hi, Mrs. Parks," someone greeted and Pandora frowned, looking at them. "You are Mrs. Parks, right? Jack and Micheal's mother?"

She chuckled but nodded at the man speaking to her. Should she have found it strange being called that for the first time, or be alarmed that she didn't find it as bizarre as she did being called Preston?

"I'm the neonatologist in charge of caring for your sons while they are here in the NICU." He offered her his hand and she shook it. "I thought if you had a moment, I could go through everything with you about the boys?"

"Can you wait for a few minutes? Benjamin, their father, just stepped out," she asked, looking toward the door in hopes he was