Douglas POV
We made it.
That was what was on my mind as we entered the room to get covered up. I gowned first, then had Vicky help me cover Jessica.
Our boys are here, alive, and so far so good.
Jessica was mending after a massive scare in the theater; I thought I was going to lose her.
When I was told her heart had stopped twice, I cried on Grandma's shoulder, only to have Grandpa remind me she was a fighter, and alive, so pull up my big boy pants, and get with the program. I needed that pep talk to keep me grounded and look at the bright side, not the what-ifs. I am not usually a person to wallow in self-pity, so it hit me hard to go down that track. But I am good now; Grandpa always sets me straight. Something I wish I had when I was growing up, my grandparents tried, but they had
