The atmosphere in the delivery room felt tense. Bright white lights illuminated the space, and the scent of antiseptic filled the air. Sheena lay on the bed, her breathing ragged, sweat covering her forehead. Julio stood beside her, gripping his wife’s hand tightly, his eyes never leaving Sheena’s face.

The obstetrician entered with two nurses. “Mrs. Sheena,” the doctor said calmly, “because this is a twin pregnancy and the contractions are already quite strong, we recommend a cesarean section.”

Sheena shook her head firmly despite her broken breathing. “No, Doctor.”

The doctor looked at her seriously. “We must consider the safety of both the mother and the babies.”

Sheena took...