Page 109 of Pucked and Pregnant

“I don’t own any of those,” I tell her.

She laughs. “Well, imagine that you do because you’re about to put them on, figuratively speaking of course.”

She nudges Aiden out of the way.

“Let’s take a look at what we’ve got going on here,” the doctor says, looking under the sheet. “Oh, we are very close. Ready to start pushing?”

I give the doctor a nasty look.

The next hour is a blur of pain, fear, exhaustion, and happiness. I curse the boys in both English and Russian, tears on the faces of everyone in the room minus the doctor and nurses.

I feel like a limp noodle by the time the nurses place my sons upon my chest. I cradle them to my body and kiss the tops of their heads, which are covered in dark hair.

Dimitri has already spent a few minutes celebrating loudly in Russian, going on about superior Russian sperm. I laugh while the other two sigh and shake their heads. The nurse explains that the color of an infant’s hair at birth often has nothing to do with their permanent hair color.

The nurse seems to have clearly figured out that any of the three guys in the room could be the father. It’s interesting how over the past seven months I have become so immune to the opinions of others.

What’s also interesting, is that no one has seemed overly surprised that the three men come along with me as a package deal. My mother is probably the most concerned over the situation, mostly because she really wants to plan a wedding that will wow her friends.

I have reassured her a zillion times that Aiden is the only one who is marrying me, although we do plan to have a private ceremony for the sake of symbolism, where I will marry all three.

I look at the sparkling band of diamonds on my finger and grin. The boys had done such a good job picking out my ring. They’ve done a great job with everything, honestly. And now that I’m done being cut in half by contractions, I know they will do a great job with being dads, as well.

“Oh wow, look at them,” Max says as he comes into the room. He reaches out a shaky hand and strokes the head of one baby, then the other. The baby on my right yawns hugely then nestles back in.

“They have dark hair,” Max says, glancing at Dimitri.

“Oh, don’t start all of that again,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

The nurse opens her mouth to explain everything again but I shake my head. She smiles at me then leaves the room.

“I don’t care what the nurse says,” Dimitri insists, his accent thick due to the emotions coursing through him. “I think their hair will stay this color.”

Max looks back and forth between us with a confused look on his face, then shrugs and lets it go. “What did you decide about names?” he asks.

“We are going to compromise,” I reply. “There was a lot of disagreement about the quality of English names compared to Russian names. We decided on Alexei and Adam.”

“I like it,” Max says, a soft smile on his face. “Mom is going to be beyond excited.”

“Oh!” I say, smacking my forehead. “I promised her we would Facetime once everything calmed down. Can you help me out with that?” I ask my brother.

“Sure thing,” he says. He glances at me with his thumb hovering over the call button. “Are you ready for this?” he asks with a brow lifted.

I sigh and look around at my men. “Are you guys ready for a mom invasion?”

Connor laughs and nudges Aiden, who steps forward to stand beside me in the frame of the video call. Dimitri gives me a thumbs-up.

“Okay, let ‘er rip,” I say to my brother.

Max nods and presses the call button, the ringing tone filling the room. I kiss the tops of the babies’ heads again just before Mom picks up.

“Max? Hi! Is my girl all done with the hard part?”

“I am,” I call out. Max flips the camera so that my mother can see me and the babies.

“Oh my god!” she coos. “All that dark hair!”

I roll my eyes and press my fingers to the bridge of my nose. “No more about the dark hair,” I mutter as Dimitri leans into the frame of the video and flexes.

---